Grass cried 450 words in her composition.

Grass is everything in our nature. Although small, it can increase endless green and attract green air for us to breathe. Rain or shine, we should cherish the grass and stand bored all day. The grassland is where you often go. Maybe you just walked into the grassland and the grass has been trampled under your feet. The grass shed tears, but he is still a grass. How pure and noble the grass is, but some people always want it to be impure. The grass cried again. His tears are thousands of miles away. Who can see who will notice how pitiful the grass is? There is no freedom, only water, no food. It's getting dark and the grass is lonelier. The sound of grass has almost been wasted in this land. Their life span is very short. Maybe some people don't take grass seriously. Most of the grass has almost become a victim of nature. When I think about this, I not only think of people in war, they fight to bring light to the people like grass. Many people have become victims of the war like grass trampled in the war. Alas, the life of grass is noble, but some people prefer to trample on grass and torture it like enemies of war. Not only did the grass's tears stay, but so did mine. The grass threw my tears on the land to feed other grasses, and it made it again. I thought of those who gave their lives in the war regardless of their own safety. Although I shed a lot of tears, I still smiled sweetly when I saw this spirit.