Whenever spring comes, the green grass will be awakened by the spring breeze. The new grass absorbs the rain and dew in spring and thrives in the spring breeze.
Whenever the earth is scorched by the scorching sun, everything looks listless, and the cicadas on the tree are crying "cicada, cicada", as if to say to people, "hot, hot." At this time, only the grass is growing tenaciously and silently, showing people vibrant green and laying a green carpet on the summer ground.
Every time a cool autumn wind blows, geese fly south, everything matures, and grass turns from green to yellow, but it still looks so lovely, because it represents the arrival of autumn. The cold wind is bleak, the snow is falling and the grass is withered.
But its roots are still so stubbornly stuck in the soil, accumulating strength and waiting for the arrival of the next spring. Just as Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote, "Wildfires are endless, and the spring breeze blows high."
This is a compliment to the tenacious vitality of the grass. The tenacious vitality of grass is something that each of us should learn.
No matter the wind and rain, the grass never bends, as the saying goes, "the wind blows the grass." For middle school students, we should have the spirit of grass. No matter how difficult it is and how bad the environment is, we should not shirk our responsibilities. We should bravely shoulder the burden of the motherland and do our part for national rejuvenation and national prosperity.
2. Write a composition of about 300 words about Song of Grass. I am a grass.
I sing in the mountains, singing beautiful scenery; I sing in the gap, singing the wishes in my heart; I sang in the flower bed, singing my anger. I am a grass in the mountains.
I smell the smell of spring and flowers. I see the blue sky and white clouds flying freely.
The mountain stream moistens the soft land and sends out the message of mud. I haven't grown up. I want to get knowledge and the key to life.
I sing about this beautiful world, so brilliant, so fragrant, so flawless. I am happy for the beauty and vitality of this world.
I am the grass in the crevice. Can't see the outside world, can't see the light.
Not even a little rain. But I didn't give up. I work hard to make progress.
Looking for a little hope and light. I hate this place without warmth and rain.
I am a grass in the flower bed. I don't want to stay in this "perfect" place, because I don't like being taken care of.
I don't like staying with these flowers. They are too beautiful to eat or drink. I don't want to go with them. I have my own freedom and ability to create the future and grow.
I am a grass, I am self-reliant and growing.
3. Compose "Song of Grass". The song of grass is animistic. It is only because of the existence of people and the gaze of spiritual people that everything shows the modality of the world. As people listen, the sound of raindrops constitutes a kind of music.
-Inscription Grateful Heart I am a grass, growing in the grass of the grassland masses, thinking about the future under the blue sky and white clouds, and growing sturdily in the sun. However, I am so young, I am not sad, because I am more grateful than others.
I thank my parents, who exchanged their lives for me, a life that is insignificant to the world; I am grateful to all creatures, because I can have a place where I live. Sunshine, rain, white clouds and blue sky all nourish me and feed me. I thank my brothers and sisters, who think of me everywhere. Of course, these little help hardly need to be mentioned to everyone in the world, but I still want to thank them, because I have a grateful heart! Without gratitude, living is death. Sincere heart Spring has come, and Miss Spring has come with light steps.
I am very happy. I greeted her sincerely, and she greeted me sincerely. Everyone is envious because I have a sincere heart. I treat anyone sincerely, and I will be sincerely rewarded.
One world, one dream! My goal is not too big, because I can't be as slim as my uncle, but every member of my family is sincerely greening the environment for people. I sincerely appeal to the world: "one person, one dream!" The 2008 Olympic Games is coming. I am friends with Beibei, Jingjing, Huanhuan, Yingying and Nini. My sincere heart is me, a grass growing on the grassland.
Tell you gently: let everything sleeping in the dream sing our song together-the song of the grass! Clap for me, cheer for me, and sing Song of the Grass if you want! Yeah! = = = = = = = Song of the Grass I am a grass, and God gave me a set of green clothes to dress up as a green spring. -Inscription A person walking in the street, the loss of the game and the misunderstanding of friends are like pieces of huge stones, which make me breathless. The crisp wind in the wind brought my thoughts to three years ago.
Three years ago, I stepped into the gate of middle school like a young goose. I opened my curious eyes and felt both excited and nervous.
I made up my mind at that time: I must work hard to open up a new world. But it all came so suddenly. Middle school life is made up of competition, and sometimes competition is quite cruel.
When I first arrived, my firm belief gradually faded away in repeated exams and finally disappeared. I realized: in this huge campus, I am just a grass, I only deserve to hide in the corner to survive, and spring does not belong to me.
From then on, I closed my mind and stayed away from my classmates. Inferiority has become my inseparable good friend.
The head teacher saw my worry and he talked to me. "You stayed there all day, speechless. Do you have anything on your mind? " I shook my head. "Then why don't you be lively and integrate into the big family of class collective?" "I'm not qualified, because I study poorly, I'm just a grass ..." I muttered.
The class teacher smiled and said, "Grass is also a part of spring." ? What would spring be like without grass? Peony is in full bloom, peony is in full bloom, roses are fragrant ... they are beautiful, but grass will also bloom! They have their own characteristics, grass has its own personality, and there is no essential difference in flowering! I believe: your grass will certainly produce beautiful and fragrant flowers! "The teacher in charge's words made me suddenly enlightened. I said, "Teacher, are you saying that I am all right?" "Of course! As long as you are willing to accept the sunshine and rain. "The teacher's words gave me courage and strength, and I found a blue sky in front of me.
On the journey of learning, whenever I encounter difficulties and feel discouraged, I will say to myself, "I am a flowering grass!" " "This time, I will cheer up. In this way, my grades are getting better and better, and I have more and more friends.
Whenever I have a small harvest, I will sing my own "Song of Grass": "There is no fragrance of flowers, no height of trees, but I want to be a grass that everyone knows. Never lonely, never worried, you see my friends are all over the world.
Sunshine, sunshine, you woke me up; Spring breeze, spring breeze, you blow me green; Rivers and mountains, you feed me; Mother Earth, I blossom in your arms, and I will bloom very well, very well ... "= = = = = = Song of the Grass I am an insignificant grass in the vast sea. It is the earth that gives me life, the sunshine that makes me full of vitality, and the rain that makes me get nutrition. Although I am not as exquisite and beautiful as peony, nor as exquisite and elegant as narcissus, I have a warm and simple heart in my long life.
I ask too little of others, but I give everything in the world far beyond my years. Warm spring, early in the morning, when the first ray of sunshine shone on the earth, people were exercising outdoors, and they met me first. I thank them for their first silent blessing, so I also want to give my faint fragrance to others. At noon, the earth was scorched by the blazing sun. People are so annoying at this time, but I can please people because I bring them a little coolness. Although this indifference is unremarkable, I have paid, so I am happy and people have a good mood.
Whenever night falls, people always like to snuggle up to me, and I love to comfort them so much. I will smile when I see children looking up at the sky and counting the stars. I laughed when I heard parents telling stories to their children.
Because I feel the warmth of home, I feel the warmth of home, which really benefits me a lot! I am not only so happy in the city, but also proud of myself when I was born in any corner of the world. Even in the desert, I can still find the brilliance of youth. I use my unique delicate and elegant turquoise to decorate the Shan Ye in the field, giving nature new beautiful colors and decorating the spring scenery more attractive.
Spring flies by in such a hurry. When autumn comes to the world with the chill of winter, everything withers and flowers wither.
4. Write a composition of about 300 words with the theme of Song of Grass. Some people like tall and straight pine trees, some people like fragrant and elegant orchids, some people like bright and proud plum blossoms, but I like ordinary grass.
Whenever spring comes, the green grass will be awakened by the spring breeze. The new grass absorbs the rain and dew in spring and thrives in the spring breeze.
Whenever the earth is scorched by the scorching sun, everything looks listless, and the cicadas on the tree are crying "cicada, cicada", as if to say to people, "hot, hot." At this time, only the grass is growing tenaciously and silently, showing people vibrant green and laying a green carpet on the summer ground.
Every time a cool autumn wind blows, geese fly south, everything matures, and grass turns from green to yellow, but it still looks so lovely, because it represents the arrival of autumn.
The cold wind is bleak, the snow is falling and the grass is withered. But its roots are still so stubbornly stuck in the soil, accumulating strength and waiting for the arrival of the next spring. Just as Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote, "Wildfires are endless, and the spring breeze blows high." This is a compliment to the tenacious vitality of the grass.
The tenacious vitality of grass is something that each of us should learn. No matter the wind and rain, the grass never bends, as the saying goes, "the wind blows the grass." For middle school students, we should have the spirit of grass. No matter how difficult it is and how bad the environment is, we should not shirk our responsibilities. We should bravely shoulder the burden of the motherland and do our part for national rejuvenation and national prosperity.
5. Imitate the first volume of the fourth grade "Song of China Grass". I am a grass, I am very small in the world (m o); But I am not ashamed (cánkuì), not discouraged (něi), and offer a little green to shine between heaven and earth.
I am a grass, and my position is insignificant; But I don't give up, I don't care, I just make a little contribution to the needs of nature. I am a grass, and I have little requirements for nature; As long as you give me a little sunshine and rain, I will live happily.
Don't accuse me of being too weak, I will swing with the wind and rain; My dense roots will hold on to the soil, and together we will repel the roar of the flood. Don't accuse me of being too weak and too small, saying that I lack lofty goals; With me, the sand and dust stopped running around, and the sand dunes (qiū) were locked by me.
Don't accuse me of being too weak and too small. Nature has many of my compatriots. Everyone squeezed and hugged each other, making the mountains and rivers of the motherland more beautiful (proud) and charming (jiāo). I am a grass, so I don't have to worry about looking haggard in winter (G M 40); When the spring breeze blows all over Rio's vast land, I will be green all over the world.
6. Ask for a composition about 500 words "Song of Grass" or "Song of Spring", preferably 600 words, and give some advice. There is also Song of Grass. God created me and made my brothers and sisters spread all over the world. We can see familiar common grass everywhere.
Flowers once laughed at our ugliness. They hate our monotonous colors and are sure that we only deserve to be their background. We remain silent.
When the children were playing, we were trampled under their feet, straightened up again and again, and kept smiling; But the flowers have long been unrecognizable, so we have to bow our heads ... trees once looked down on us and thought we were too fragile and too small to stand the wind and rain. We remain silent.
When the wind blows, we shake our bodies and fall with the wind, but we always hold on to the soil and our feet never leave their original positions; But these trees have long been blown off piles of leaves with a "wow, wow", and some of them have even been uprooted and left at the mercy of strong winds ... Birds have laughed at us and said that we are cowards and will only bow our heads like Uncle Feng, but we dare not face up to difficulties. We remain silent.
When the rainstorm comes, we hold our heads high, suck the fine rain and dance with the wind; But the birds have already hid in the nest, clutching their heads for fear of hurting themselves ... Yes, we don't have the delicate appearance of flowers, but we are persisting; We don't have towering heights, but we are persistent; We don't have the free wings of birds, but we are not afraid of the wind and rain! It is true that we are monotonous, insignificant and rehabilitated. But we have brought vitality to the earth and strength to life.
The spring breeze is blowing gently, and we are singing happy songs and dancing happily. We are convinced that the world can't live without us, and God loves our ordinary.
In the sunshine and flowers, I leaned out and smiled at the earth. I am an ordinary grass ... Haruka's first spring thunder explodes in the air, which is the prelude to spring music. Then played a gorgeous spring music in the spring rain.
The continuous spring rain silently moistened the frozen earth for a winter, and therefore awakened all life. The grass has heard the call of spring thunder, and can't wait to get out of the soil, stretch for a winter and rub its sleepy eyes.
The first thing it saw was the beautiful spring, and it felt the kindness of the spring breeze for the first time. Xiaohua also heard the whispers of the spring rain. With the beauty stored for a winter, she poked her head out of the soil, yawned a long time and began to dress up.
Look at the bright yellow spring; As delicate as a rose; That magnolia plant is so white and pure ... it's all the beauty that Teacher Chun decorated for them. Looking ahead, it was a tapestry made of gorgeous flowers. The buds on the branches felt the touch of the spring breeze at the latest, and they were pulled out of their mother's arms with excitement that had already been irrepressible.
It is greeted not only by the mother-like spring breeze, but also by gentle spring rain and warm spring. The spring rain falls like that, moistening every living thing and everyone's heart.
That drop of spring rain, as expensive as oil, just fell, telling people that it is time to sow hope. Spring is so beautiful.
The sun shone on the ground like clusters of broken gold. The sun did not hesitate to shed sunshine, which not only awakened every living thing, but also warmed everyone's heart.
The spring breeze caresses everyone warmly, with the breath of spring and motherly love. It whispers to every plant and wakes them up with magical tenderness.
Under the shade, it is the old man enjoying the beauty of spring. On the grass and flowers in the garden, it is a paradise for children.
The girl chased beautiful butterflies in the garden and carefully picked a flower to wear on her head. The boy pulls a long kite and flies hope on the grass; Climb up the tree and smell the fragrance of young leaves ... their silvery laughter resounded through the earth, and their innocent smiles left fragrance. Let's listen to the chapter of spring together.