Chapter 1: 700 words is a metaphor for people's composition. Xiao Ye can't burn out, but the spring breeze blows high? This poem describes the tenacious vitality of grass. Nature is a wordless book, which has taught me the preciousness and tenacity of life!
Life is like grass. People will encounter many ups and downs in their life, just like grass, which may be burned by ruthless fire at any time, but burning does not mean the end of life, on the contrary, it means the beginning of a new life! Ruthless fire is like a rough life, it may be a disease or a painful lesson! But it doesn't mean it's over! More does not mean the end of life! In the long river of life, there are often many things that you can't change even if you work hard, but you have worked hard for it. Finally, can you tell people proudly? I made it? !
In fact, living in this vast world, there are many tenacious lives struggling around you. Although such a thing makes me very painful, it also inspires me! Let me know the value of life!
I remember one thing: a person is seriously ill, and modern medicine still can't cure him. The pain he has to endure every day is indescribable! But he fought stubbornly against the disease! I still remember when he couldn't walk on the ground; Remember when he was paralyzed; I still remember that when the pain made him unable to breathe, he was still struggling tenaciously; He still smiled and said to us. When I come back? ! However, he has never overcome his fate, although he still yearns for a better tomorrow! When people were still immersed in the firecrackers of Chinese New Year, he closed his eyes and fell asleep as usual, but the difference was that he could never wake up, and he left us forever! The pain of each of us cannot be expressed in words. However, when we looked at his photo with tears in our eyes, his sunny smile seemed to tell us: Don't pity me. Although I left you forever, I still tried to fight the disease. I have no regrets. I succeeded because I worked hard! ? Although he has left us, we will always have him in our hearts. He inspires me! He is like grass, he is tenacious and brave! I don't think I should cry for him anymore, because he is probably starting over in another beautiful world now! I should silently bless him here!
In the withering of grass, I learned tenacity! When he struggled with pain, I understood life! Nature has given us infinite knowledge, let us experience the mystery in our growing years! In this wordless book of nature, we will understand its meaning; Read his philosophy; We will understand the warmth and affection of the world. As young people in the new century, let's celebrate life and hold up the sun of the motherland tomorrow!
Chapter 2: Borrowing 700 words of grass. Some people like tall and straight pine trees, some people like fragrant and elegant orchids, some people like bright and proud plum blossoms, but I like ordinary grass. Grass, though ordinary and small, has indomitable vitality; Although not beautiful, it has strong vitality; All this is the power of longing for life! Grass, regardless of lightning, regardless of the storm, regardless of the cold and heat, it is not afraid. All this is the power of faith. The grass is eager for life and survival, so it stands up tenaciously again!
I walked along the path, looking at the green grass beside the road, lost in thought? Perhaps, many people regard grass as a symbol of weakness and think that their short bodies can't stand a little wind and rain. However, I don't think so, because the grass in my eyes is so tenacious and full of vitality, and the most important thing is their own vitality and spirit!
As soon as spring comes, the grass opens its hazy eyes and rushes out of the ground to share the joy and warmth brought by the spring girl with people. They are scattered in every corner of the earth for this place to raise them? Mother soil? With a green carpet? The combination of thousands of grasses in Qian Qian shows the greatness of life.
Of course, the respect of grass is not only here, but also a bright spot shines on them? Unyielding spirit. Although the grass is not as tall and straight as the towering trees, nor as bright red and beautiful as the flowers, their spirit is enough to cover up all this and make people re-recognize and marvel.
In the storm, tall and straight trees were uprooted, colorful flowers were destroyed, and grass won with a force stronger than material strength? After the storm, all the flowers and trees changed, only the grass still stood there with its head held high, enjoying the sunshine after the rain? Because of this, they deserve a word from a great poet? Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze? .
I think: life is like grass. In one's life, we will encounter many bumps. As long as we have the spirit of grass, the dark clouds of despair will eventually disperse and the flowers of hope will bloom forever. Like grass, it may be burned by ruthless fire at any time, but burning does not mean the end of life. On the contrary, it means the beginning of a new life. A ruthless fire is like a painful lesson in life, but it doesn't mean the end of everything, let alone the end of life. In the long river of life, there are often many things that you can't change even if you work hard, but you have worked hard for it, and you can still tell people proudly? I made it? ! I will never forget that clump of newborn grass, because it touched me!
Chapter III: 700 words are a metaphor for people's composition. Xiao Ye can't burn, and the spring breeze blows high. This ancient poem, which has been circulated for thousands of years, makes many people respect the grass with regret. People always envy the towering trees and linger in the colorful colors of the garden. However, the grass is green, does not compete with flowers, and is not taller than trees, silently dedicating one spring, summer, autumn and winter. More and more people began to pay attention to the elegance of the grass on the roadside lawn. My latest understanding of, thanks to a report by President Li.
At principal Li's house? Secondary education? In practical analysis, we talk about three living methods of human beings: the first living method? Be content with the status quo like grass. Although you absorb the rain, dew and sunshine, grow up happily every day, and give shade to the earth, if you are not enterprising and content with the status quo, over time, people around you will no longer like you as they did at the beginning, people will not see your existence, and even unconsciously be trampled under your feet. Gradually, your resulting inferiority complex will make you wish you were dead.
The second way of life? Live like struggling grass. This kind of grass also absorbs sunlight and rain, and also provides shade for the earth. But because it is not satisfied with the status quo, it is trying to open a small flower, so it will win people's attention, love and respect in its own way. This kind of grass will not only be trampled by people, but even be held in hand.
The third way of life? Living like a tree, although growing like grass, because trees are full of great ideals to provide shelter from the wind and rain and form beautiful scenery, they have been trying to grow taller until one day they really grow taller and their ideals are realized. When it silently overlooks the earth, rich emotional experiences such as happiness, joy and gratitude ripple in its heart, because it has no regrets in this life, and even if it dies, it can become the pillar of people.
This passage illustrates a truth, as long as you work hard, don't waste your time. The color of live high can be praised and respected by people. Trees shelter people from the wind and rain and become pillars; Moreover, grass can also prevent wind and fix sand, and it is full of vitality with green eyes.
For an ordinary teacher, there is no great achievement in his post, just like a grass, so ordinary, but as long as he doesn't waste the three-foot platform and is worthy of the students of two classes, day by day, the passing years are ruthless, leaving behind the fragrance of peaches and plums. At that time, even though I was still a grass, I wrote a grass song!