Hold a handful of soil, feel the taste of hometown, sing a folk song and praise the simplicity of farmers. Some people are covered in dirt, but their hearts are spotless; Some people are clean, but their hearts are full of mud. -inscription
Whenever I see the dirt on the roadside, I always have an impulse to smell its fragrance. Not for anything else, just to feel its simplicity. Speaking of simplicity, I can't help thinking of my relatives in my hometown-simple farmers.
I am an out-and-out rural person. Fortunately, I have the opportunity to study in the city. From the moment I entered the city, I knew that it was different from the countryside. There was a sea of people, busy and busy everywhere. On the first day of school, looking at these children in the city, my heart was pricked. I didn't want to talk at first, but silently insisted on the so-called "self-esteem".
But it changed me. One day my father came home drunk, took my hand and said to me, "Little darling, you have changed since you came to town. I know you look down on farmers at first, but I want to tell you that our ancestors have been farmers for generations. Remember, these city people are no different from us. Who can say that their ancestors were not farmers? Your father and I are farmers, too, but I'm not reconciled. I study technology hard just to change my destiny. You too, there is no shame in being a farmer. On the contrary, you should fight for our farmers. We farmers have dirty hands but not dirty hearts, do you know? " After listening to this passage, my heart set off a surging wave, I understand. ...
Looking at the soil, I seem to see the villagers who are struggling hard in this native land of their hometown, as if they were working with their backs to the loess, as if they were smiling as simple as sunshine and warm eyes.
I know it is not shameful to be a farmer. On the contrary, I am very proud. Hold a handful of soil, feel the warmth of hometown, hold a handful of soil, and feel that pure love.
Example 2:
Listening to the rain quietly, I strongly feel its beauty. It is sometimes like a group of young children, subdivided and dense; Sometimes like a flock of birds singing, elk jumping; Sometimes, like drums, waves, beautiful forests and the rushing sea; sometimes ...
I couldn't help walking in the rain, and I came to the muddy path unconsciously. Maybe it's the rain. The mountain road is particularly muddy, and the shoes of passers-by are covered with its color. When they set foot on the concrete road, they all bent down. Bend down and take off your shoes! Take off your shoes and get rid of the hateful and tangled soil. They all think the soil is dirty. The soil is not only dirty, but also easy to slip when it sticks to shoes. Therefore, people don't like dirt very much. I didn't bend down to remove the dirt stuck to other people's shoes when I walked on the muddy path. For a moment, I felt that the soil was so holy and not dirty. I think this is a symbol of flowers. Because of him, there are those flowers, because he contributes himself in obscurity and gives them life. When the wind and rain hit, it deeply rooted into the ground and maintained the life of flowers. It will always be injured, and people will not pay attention to its feelings. People don't step on beautiful flowers, but often step on its golden clothes. It gives silently and gives them life.
I think he's great. I think he is "Lei Feng". I think this is an example for us to learn. These clays symbolize the selfless people in the world. I also want to learn from Taotu and be an unknown and helpful person to this society.