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Everything is bred from mud, and human beings breed on it. Mud is closely related to human life ... Mud is ordinary and simple, and it makes great contributions to the world, but it is ignored by us. What kind of association and thinking will there be in the face of mud? It is required that the title must contain the word "dirty". The topic is self-made, and the style is not limited, not less than 600 words.
Dad is a pile of rubbish.
As the saying goes, "Flowers love sunshine and fish love the water", then grass certainly loves soil.
Dad is dirt, ordinary and simple.
Dad is dirt, wide and thick.
Dad is dirt and I am grass. The soil nourishes the grass.
Dad loves me very much. He cares about me all the time, just as the soil loves the grass. He gave me the truth of being a man with practical actions and told me the meaning of life. When I am proud, tell me that "there are people outside, and there are days behind". When I am depressed, encourage me that "failure is the mother of success". In my 16 stormy life, my father raised me a lot.
Dad is dirt and I am grass. Dirt is grass, coach.
Dad paid attention to exercising my self-care ability since I was a child. Every time I need to wash my socks and clothes, my mother does everything instead, and my father says, "Do your own thing." I fell down several times when I was learning to ride a bike. It was my mother who said "Learn when you grow up" and my father who shouted "Persistence is victory". So dad is my strictest coach.
Dad is dirt and I am grass. The soil nourishes the grass.
Dad is an ordinary worker with the characteristics of China workers. He is honest and simple, and never asks for anything in return for helping others. His words never embellish. He often said, "Study hard. Dad can't help you in the future. It's up to you. Where can you go, dad will provide it for you. " These ordinary words, which are almost mediocre, make me unforgettable for a long time. I seem to feel his enthusiasm coming from every heartbeat. This heartfelt enthusiasm has taught me how to face life and face life. Under the influence of my father's personality, I also became strong, practical and indomitable. I followed my father step by step on the road of life.
Dad is dirt and I am grass. The soil protects the grass.
The care of the earth for the grass is silent, and my father's care for me is deep. He doesn't nag like his mother, but often talks to me, always pays attention to my thoughts, and understands and cares about me fundamentally. I grew up under my father's gaze, and I can't forget his eyes. Just like Zhu Ziqing can't forget his father's back. Every look my father gave me was a kind of care.
Dad is dirt and I am grass. Grass always loves the soil, and I always love my father.