All things are nurtured by soil, and humans thrive on soil. The soil is our foundation, and the soil is our food and clothing. The soil is ordinary and simple, broad and heavy, dedicated silently without expecting anything in return, and has great achievements without publicity... However, this precious soil is often ignored and left out by us. In spring, the drizzle falls non-stop. The raindrops fall into the soil and are reclaimed by the soil and used as nutrients to supply the flowers, plants and trees on the earth. Give the flowers nourishment so they can grow. When you walk into a sea of ??flowers, do you think that the flowers are blooming because of the land under your feet? It is the soil that accumulates nutrients little by little for the flowers to grow, making each flower more beautiful than the last. And what about the soil itself? She never put on a proud front and did everything she could to keep the flowers blooming while at the same time setting off the flowers with her own ugly khaki color. Summer is the green season. Plants cling to your arms and slowly stretch their bodies toward the sky to better receive sunlight and rain. You are the busiest at this time, you are busy for them, you pour your "blood" into their roots from all directions, and you also make them "stand up" and show their vitality to the world, but you, I am willing to be at their feet and cheer them on.
In the golden autumn, the green leaves have withered and fallen off under the blowing of the autumn wind, and the insects that died before they had time to hide have also "died to rest". At this moment, you started the work of a scavenger, Digest the leftover branches and leaves slowly and use them as fertilizer for the coming year. In your life, you may never grow old due to time, and you will not be sad because you are not appreciated by others. Although you have great achievements, you never show off.
I often think: Flowers are beautiful, but their beauty cannot be shown without the green leaves. If there was no land, we would not be able to see the green leaves and red flowers, and we would not be able to see this colorful world. Without land, life would not continue. In real life, there are countless people who, like the land, provide them with nourishment in obscurity.
Our beloved teachers, in their own positions, teach us knowledge and culture, pour in so much love, and cultivate us saplings into big trees. They contribute everything to mankind like spring silkworms, nurturing us to grow with their hard work. Isn't it like those soils that are not noticed by the world?
I want to be ordinary soil.
OK?