Excellent composition of moss 1 Look up, you can't see the clear sky of Wan Li, and the flowers bloom thousands of miles; Bow your head, you can't see endless land and endless boundaries. Moss only has a small corner between rocks. Born in chaos, sold in chaos. Can't listen to the wind and sleep in the snow. Although it is the same flower as peony, it can't get the warmth of sunshine and the kiss of butterfly. This kind of life that can't meet the sun, but in this monotonous and repetitive day, weaves the hearts of mountains and rivers, lives alone in places that can't be seen during the day, confronts fate in that dark corner, works hard all his life, and blooms a unique "national beauty."
I don't know how moss survives in poor and harsh environment, and how to gather nutrients bit by bit to feed its own flowers, but I know that I am far less than moss.
Once, I was defeated in the face of a little setback. I can't face the failure of an exam and the mistake of solving problems. However, life gives me not only joy and good luck, but also loss and frustration. I readily accepted the gentleness of life, but far refused all setbacks and tempering. I carefully avoided the thorns on the road of life, but accidentally stepped into the swamp from Yangguan Road. Since then, I have plummeted, losing ground, and I am more afraid of failure.
Then I met Moss, who struggled, struggled, was strong and unyielding. Even in the dark, she still blooms her inner light alone.
I am deeply ashamed.
The life that I thought I was helpless seems to be nothing now. Frustration and failure are just thorns on both sides of the road of life. I don't need to avoid them. If I am brave inside, the thorns will eventually be cut off and left idle in the sun, so that I can meet my brightest self.
Some people like tenacious grass, others like pine trees, but I like the most inconspicuous moss on the stone.
Spring has come quietly. In this busy season, tiny mosses emerge from the big rocks beside the house. At first, only a little. I looked at the man and then at the flower bed. Flowers and grass are so bright and green, and it is so dirty. I pulled it out with a stone, and I never want to see it again. Who knows, the day after a rain in Mao Mao, it grew again. I'm a little surprised that this little thing is so tenacious! A few days later, the moss was covered with stones! I like this tough little guy more and more.
Shout ... shout ... rumble across the sky, a heavy rain is about to pour in the world, Hua ... After the heavy rain, it clears up again, and I suddenly think of moss. I hurried downstairs and walked anxiously to the big stone. The moss is full of water, but it seems to be holding back tears. Shake the water desperately, it has dropped one bud after another, but it still has to survive strongly. The day after the heavy rain, a new green color was born on the moss left by the big stone.
I was impressed by this indomitable spirit and shocked by the courage to fight death. Moss, although you don't have a tall figure and bright colors, how admirable your spirit is! You really deserve my study.
Spring has come, and all kinds of flowers are awake. A large golden rape flower is pleasing to the eye; Pink peach blossoms are connected together, like clouds on the horizon; The proud magnolia is not afraid of weakness, and its shy face blooms ... These colorful flowers dress up spring as a garden.
In the season when this group of flowers are competing to open, there is a kind of flower that hides in the corner where the sun can't shine, and opens quietly and quietly. It's a little moss flower on the moss. Although very humble, only the size of a grain of rice, they stand proudly, hold their heads high, face the blue sky and thrive. They only rely on a little water, and a little weak astigmatism grows. I think it must be very proud.
Carex is not as tall as a big tree, but it has the same thing as a big tree-youth. It is precisely because of youth that it can survive strongly in corners, cracks in bricks and cliffs.
Moss flowers are not as tall as plum blossoms and not as eye-catching as cherry blossoms. But its persistent efforts, optimism and spirit of struggle are admirable, even if it is so small.
"Days are not everywhere, and youth is just coming. Moss flowers are as small as rice and open like peony. " So are we. Although we are not as rich as Ma Yun, we are not as famous as those stars. We are just ordinary people, but don't be discouraged and feel inferior because of our smallness. As long as we work hard, we can make our life more brilliant and powerful.