Chapter 1: Grass praises that spring has come and grass has broken ground. When it comes to grass, people will take it as a symbol of weakness. Indeed, it is very small, but it is very weak. Even a drop of dew can make its leaves droop.
Grass is not as tall as a big tree, and there is not a flower, but there is a refreshing green, with 10 thousand trees. 100 million trees ... no one can count how many trees there are. It is worthwhile for so many grasses to gather together. Ancient poets called it "wildfire will not completely consume them, and they will be tall again in the spring breeze."
Grass has a very tenacious vitality. Once, my second grandma's house went to play, and when she saw a green lawn not far from her house, she wanted to lie down. I quickly ran over and had a good sleep on the grass. When I woke up, I saw that all the grass had changed, and the grass was bent down. Seeing this scene, I was extremely ashamed. I quickly ran back to my second grandma's house and said to her tearfully, "Second grandma, I killed the grass!" " Second Grandma said, "Jiajia, it doesn't matter. You can go and see it again tomorrow. " I nodded, and the next morning I ran to the grass to have a look. The grass straightened up again, and I was so happy that I thought: How tenacious the life of the grass is!
Whenever there is a storm, branches are always scattered all over the floor. Deciduous leaves; Flowers always fall apart. Flowers fail and leaves fail, but it can't do anything about grass. After the rain cleared, the grass stood proudly again. When the breeze blows, the grass will dance happily, sometimes stretching its arms, sometimes bending down to touch the ground, sometimes swinging from side to side, and sometimes swaying. ...
Grass is common, but it has strong vitality. It is this heavy obstacle and the choice of nature that gives it a tenacious will. We should not be afraid of resistance, be strong and unyielding in the face of any difficulties, and fight against nature!
Chapter 2: Praise the grass "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze blows high", which is a poem describing the tenacious vitality of the grass.
Life is like grass. I praise the grass because it has tenacious vitality.
In spring, grass emerges from the side of hay, green, short and thin, and thrives under the nourishment of spring rain. The spring breeze is blowing and the grass is dancing. At this time, a group of children came over. They were doing somersaults and playing games on the green grass ... The grass silently endured the pain and never complained.
In summer, the scorching sun makes the grass look monotonous in front of gorgeous flowers and weak at the foot of big trees. However, when the storm came, crops, flowers and small trees were blown to the east and west by the wind and rain, but the grass firmly grasped the soil and stood like a fearless soldier.
Autumn has come, the leaves of big trees fall to the ground with the wind, the flowers wither and the grass withers. But it is not afraid, and still stands with its last strength.
We can't see the grass in winter. But the roots of the grass are still intact, and it is gestating new life.
Ah, grass, I praise you, I praise your tenacity. I want to praise people who are as tenacious as grass. Sister Zhang Haidi is my role model. I want to learn from my sister Zhang Haidi. I want to be a tenacious person in my study and life!
Chapter 3: Grass praises "There is no fragrance of flowers, no height of trees, I am an unknown grass." Every time I sing this song, my thoughts fly far away ... around my life, in the vast land and fields, ordinary and simple grass can be seen everywhere.
In spring, grass sprouts from the fields, awakens the sleeping earth and frozen rivers, and quietly watches the world full of spring. Its life brings green and the breath of spring to the earth. In autumn, the grass puts a golden coat on the earth, reflecting the golden ears of corn, red sorghum and heavy soybeans in the field, showing the beautiful harvest; In winter, although the north wind roared and the grass was covered with goose feather-like snow, it still maintained its tenacious vitality, blended with red plum and pine and cypress, and fought against the snow proudly and resolutely, forming a beautiful snow map.
You see, most of these grasses are like those oil workers who "have blue sky above their heads and tread on the wasteland". They work on the production line all the year round. Despite the difficult conditions, they can be seen everywhere in wasteland, beside derrick, pumping unit, electric pump well, metering room and other posts, leaving their youthful footprints everywhere. Regardless of fame and fortune, they are unknown, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, regardless of the heat and cold, they work hard in the production line, and they make their own contributions to the cause of the motherland with unrepentant youth and years in obscurity. Ordinary, selfless, dedication, this is the character of grass.
How can I love it without respecting it! I love grass and those ordinary and great oil workers. Let us paint the bright future of oil workers and the motherland in the new era with a brush full of wisdom!
Chapter four: I praise the grass, which is familiar to everyone. It can be seen on dusty roadsides, on desolate barren hills and even in narrow and humid crevices. It is the messenger of spring and a new beginning.
I praise the grass, it is so different.
The grass is very fragile, even a drop of dew can make it very low. It is not as high as a tree, and it has no flowers. But when Miss Chun came into this world, the grass broke through the ground, green and spread all over the earth. They are United, and countless grasses gather together, covering the earth with bright green clothes. It is they who send away the dryness and monotony of winter and bring color and hope.
I praise the grass, it is so different.
Grass, which never asks people for it, has done so much for people. In order to prevent the Yellow River from flooding, we must first strengthen soil and water conservation in the middle and upper reaches. In this work, grass is the first hero, and many grass roots form a network underground, forming a solid defense line.
I praise the grass, it is so different.
The grass is fragile, but when summer comes, the storm can scatter the branches and make the flowers wither, but there is nothing to do with it. Even if it is washed away by the storm, it still stands.
Thinking about all kinds of grass, my heart suddenly shocked. Isn't that kind of unity and cohesion, that kind of dedication and that kind of indomitable spirit what China people have? "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" Let's fight for a better tomorrow like grass.
I praise the grass.
Chapter 5: Praise the grass, praise you-grass, you are ordinary and unknown, but you have vitality that ordinary people can't see. You can see your little figure on the rocks, on the hilltops and in the crevices. No matter where you are, you can overcome difficulties with perseverance. You are brave and fearless, and you can live.
Praise you-grass, I praise your character. Although you are only a small plant, you are not as beautiful as a tree or a potted flower. You never crave or pursue anything. As long as there is a drop of dew, you are satisfied. As long as there is sunshine, you are like a powerful messenger. You bought the beauty of Mother Earth with your life, and you ignited each of our hearts with your spirit.
Praise you-Xiaocao, I praise your spirit and the great power of Xiaocao, which is a kind of vitality, elasticity and toughness in the long-term war of resistance. I think of the weeds in Xia Yan's works. How tenacious they are, they try their best to get into the ground and keep drilling on them. These grasses are not like those flowers and plants in a glass basin. Grass will only advance, will not sigh, will not be pessimistic, because they have resistance, will have the final strength.
Ah! That poem of the ancients is well written! "The endless grass on the plain, with the seasons coming and going, has never been completely swallowed up by wildfires, and they have grown taller in the spring breeze." I want to learn the obscurity, character and spirit of the grass, ah! Grass has so many advantages, should we also learn?
Chapter 6: Praise the Grass. It doesn't smell of flowers, nor is it as tall as a tree. No matter how bad the environment is, even if it is only a small gap, as long as there is soil, you can see its green figure. It's grass, I praise grass!
It is wearing a green coat. Compared with beautiful flowers, it is indeed inferior, but it is not inferior to its single appearance. It is not as tall as a tree, but it never bows its head in front of tall trees. No matter the wind and rain, it still grows tenaciously, decorating the earth with that little green. It just lives silently and leads an ordinary life, and no one will notice the trampled grass under its feet. But because of it, we can show the beauty of flowers and the height of trees. In the face of harsh environment, it did not flinch. It chose to face it, and the stronger it became, the more it overcame many difficulties. It also grows relentlessly. "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" Compared with delicate flowers, it gained stronger vitality in the test. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze." Its roots are deeply rooted in the soil, waiting for the next spring.
Grass is also selfless. It provides food for cattle and sheep. It never cares about its own gains and losses. Although no one will pay attention to it and appreciate it, it has no complaints. It was not until the day it turned yellow that it left this world in a quiet and beautiful way. "Spring silkworms die, and night candles are exhausted." The life of grass, like wax torch silkworms, is silently dedicated.
Some people praise the gorgeous flowers, some people praise the tall and straight trees, but I want to praise the ordinary grass that grows easily, and I want to praise the grass loudly!
Chapter 7: Praise the Grass Some people like fairy flowers, others praise the trees that shelter us from the wind and rain, but I like the grass because it has a persistent and tenacious quality.
Spring has just arrived, everything is revived, the earth is full of vitality, and the grass quietly drills out of the ground and grows green buds. As it happens, there is a large lawn in front of my house I ran to the grass the first time I got up in the morning and saw one meadow after another. They have green and soft bodies and look like a lively and lovely child.
In summer, the longer the grass grows, the more lush it is, like a soldier guarding the frontier. I decided to protect the grass from growing healthily. They look as beautiful as grass at the end of the world! At this time, my mother-in-law came up to me and said, "Son, it's time to go to school!" " "I nodded and reluctantly went to school! At noon, when I came back, I saw that my front door had turned into a ferocious land, leaving only a few small grass roots. Then I asked my mother-in-law sadly, "where is the grass in front of our house?" "Grandma said, son, those grasses are too troublesome. Your father pulled them up." Listen, I'm sorry! Run to the front of the grass. Grass, you must persist, you will sprout again, come on!
In autumn, I will sprinkle a basin of water on the grass every day when I go home. Many things happen. The grass has sprouted. It's true that wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze! After a while, the grass grew up and became a warrior who could live and die.
In winter, I looked at the grass in the window and saw that its body was shrunk by the cold wind, but its roots were stuck in the soil like earthworms, and suddenly it rained heavily. The surrounding soil came to the grass and covered it. After the rain, I ran out and saw that all the grass was gone. But I believe, Grass, you will be reborn.
The spirit of the grass makes me understand: on the road of life, we must persist in doing many things, because persistence is victory!
Chapter 8: Praise the Grass "The boundless grass on the grassland comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. " This is the swan song of Bai Juyi, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, praising the grass. Look, spring is coming. In Yuan Ye, on the banks of the river, green grass grows densely together, bringing infinite vitality to the earth!
I like grass and its tenacious vitality. Whether it is barren land with thin ridges or fertile soil, as long as the seeds of grass fall, they will sprout tenaciously. Grass, it does not need anyone to water and fertilize, as long as a handful of loess and a beam of sunshine can thrive. There is a small lawn in front of my house. In spring, the snow and ice have just melted, and many precious flowers are still hiding in the greenhouse, afraid to go outside, but the grass is like a group of lively and lovely children, playfully sticking out a small green head from the embrace of Mother Earth, so thin and petite. They are not afraid of the cold spring and dance happily against the spring breeze. They held their heads high and stretched out their yellow and green arms. These "little green angels" first brought people the message of spring.
I love grass, love its strong character and dare to challenge the storm. In midsummer, it rains cats and dogs, and the raindrops the size of beans are on the rampage, making the grass stagger. After the rain clears, the grass looks up, wipes away the tears on her face, straightens up and smiles at the sun! How strong the grass is. Ah! Grass has grown up, and after the baptism of heavy rain, they are stronger, greener and more lovely. I love grass, love their ordinary, simple and selfless dedication, the earth has nurtured them, and they have made contributions to mankind silently and selflessly. "There is no fragrance of flowers, no height of trees, I am an unknown grass …" This is my favorite song. Really, grass is not as graceful as peony, as tall and straight as pine, as graceful as willow, but they protect banks and dams with their own bodies and turn life into feed and fertilizer. Decorate the earth with your ordinary face and add beauty to nature! However, they remain silent about all these dedication. How admirable this spirit is! In today's four modernizations, there are thousands of unsung heroes in Qian Qian. Their looks are not outstanding and their language is not surprising, but they are conscientious in their respective posts and contribute everything to the prosperity of the motherland. How do they make selfless contributions with their ordinary labor like grass all over the world, adding luster to this big garden of the motherland!
I love grass and I want to be a grass.
Chapter 9: Praise the grass Many people praise the peony, which is graceful and luxurious; Many people praise plum blossoms and fight against frost and snow; Praise the lotus, and it will emerge from the mud without being stained. And I praise the grass that nobody cares about, and its inspiring and positive spirit makes me respect. Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, praised the indomitable spirit of the grass, "Wildfire never burned them, but they grew tall again in the spring breeze"!
I remember climbing halfway up a mountain on a trip, exhausted, thirsty and exhausted. Looking up at the towering peaks, the scorching sun is like fire. Suddenly, I got scared and chose to back down. The power of fear stopped me from moving forward. I dare not face the steep mountain road ahead, nor dare I face many difficulties and bumps. At the moment I turned around, I suddenly saw the grass swaying in the cracks in Yan Na. Although he is very young, his amazing perseverance and strength are so great that he still stands in the rock despite the wind and rain. The green grass looks so dazzling in the sunlight. An irresistible force ignited from my heart. Grass gave me courage, perseverance and perseverance to overcome difficulties.
The power of grass has given me great spiritual motivation. Facing the towering peaks and the fiery red sun, I tried my best to climb to the top of the mountain. When climbing the mountain, going back to the grass fluttering with the wind and standing in the crevice of the rock gave me strength and courage! Gave me an irresistible force for success. When I was standing on the top of the mountain, I looked at "Xiaoguanshan" and shouted "I made it!"
The grass is small and ordinary, but it gives me great strength. It bravely faces difficulties with its weak body, strives for its own life from the cracks in the stone with tenacious perseverance and never gives up. The power of the grass not only inspires me, but also whips me, which makes me understand a profound truth: never bow down in the face of difficulties, never give in, and challenge them! Welcome a brilliant tomorrow!
Chapter 10: Praise the Grass. There is no grass in the world to set off the color of the world, okay? No Because green is the most indispensable color in the world. Today, I want to talk about my favorite plant-grass.
Grass, what a common name! But what a great contribution to us! Football players step on the grass every day, it is scarred, but it has no regrets. The grass has experienced so many ups and downs, but it never appears fragile. How strong they are! We should learn from them!
In spring, the grass gives off bright green leaves and just wakes up from sleep. It opened its eyes and saw some swallows flying in the blue sky. It knows that spring is coming. He poked his head out and grew up slowly. Slowly, slowly ...
In summer, the grass is full of vitality, becoming stronger, growing up slowly and aging slowly. Slowly, slowly ...
In autumn, the grass withers slowly, and its life this year is coming to an end. The cleaners burned all the grass to ashes, but its roots are still underground, which can really be described as Bai Juyi's grass: boundless grass crosses the plain and comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
In winter, snow covered the grass, but it grew again the next year. This tenacious vitality deserves our praise!
Grass, winter goes and spring comes, we step on you, but you don't say anything, because the world will become so beautiful because of you. Grass, I praise you. I praise you, grass. I love you, Grass!