In daily study, work or life, everyone will come into contact with composition more or less. The composition must focus on the theme and make in-depth explanations around the same topic. Avoid rambling about the topic. Scattered or even themeless. Still at a loss for composition? Below is a 500-word soil praise essay that I compiled for you. I hope it can help you. A 500-word essay in praise of mud 1
Mud is a familiar word; mud is a common thing; mud is a thing that is often ignored. Mud, what do you have that deserves my praise?
Spring returns to the earth, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the sleeping earth finally wakes up. The grass began to poke its head out, and it was large and green. A spring breeze blew by, and they seemed to be thicker. It was really "the spring breeze blows and grows again"! Watching the grass gradually turn into a green blanket, I couldn't help but lower my head and wanted to kiss the cute little guy. Huh? What does this smell like? How can it be a smell more charming than the fragrance of flowers? Getting closer, it turned out to be the smell of earth. The smell is very light, very fresh, and seems to be subtle. how? How come you have such a charming smell? Why do you just hide under the grass instead of showing yourself? I understand, you must be humble and not seeking fame or fortune. I want to praise you loudly and praise your humility and simplicity.
Summer is a passionate season. Sometimes it's like a furnace, sometimes it's like a reservoir, it's really changeable. The woods, a favorite place for people, are fresh and cool. Sitting under the tree, I accidentally touched you, you were so hard. What's wrong? Is it a lack of water? I see, you must have provided water to the tree. I want to praise you loudly and praise your selfless dedication.
Autumn is crisp and clear, and it is a harvest season. The golden leaves flew like butterflies and fell to the ground, paving a "golden avenue". Is this how Ye Zi's life ends? No, there isn't. I understand, you must have turned them into nourishment for the coming year, right? "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." You are the benefactor of the tree! I will praise you loudly and praise you for your willingness to help others.
The cold wind was biting and everything was silent. Heavy snow covered the earth, and many plants could not endure such an environment and died. And you are hiding under the snow. Some people may think that this is an escape. I learned that this is not timidity, but another way to successfully face difficulties. I want to praise you loudly, praise your bravery and perseverance.
Mud, it turns out that everything about you is worthy of my praise.
I want to praise you loudly - soil! A 500-word essay on soil praise 2
What is soil? Is it just ordinary soil? right. Who will notice it? Most people don't pay attention to it, but I love dirt.
Where is the soil? Right at our feet. What can you do with soil? It makes plants thrive. The soil gives all its nutrients to the plants without asking for anything in return. Do you know how long it takes for a piece of soil to become fertile? And how many crops can it grow? If people's fertilization is removed, the soil will become barren and even desertified after several cycles of growing plants.
Mud is truly selfless. Some people say that big trees are selfless, and this is true. But the selflessness of plants all comes from the soil. Without the selfless nourishment of the soil, where would the shade of the big trees come from? Therefore I say that the selflessness of the big tree is dedicated by the soil.
I want to ask you: What are we walking on? You will answer without hesitation - cement road! Yes, what's under the cement road? It's dirt! The thick layer of soil on the earth not only carries the cement roads under our feet, but also carries our houses, carries lakes, carries... We run happily on the roads carried by the soil, and we run in the buildings carried by the soil. We live here, we play on the grass supported by the soil,...The soil is silent under our feet without complaint, and it does not ask for any payment from people.
The soil has dedicated everything to us in obscurity, isn’t it just like the teacher who selflessly imparts knowledge to his students? On the sports field, people cheer for the athletes, and people give them flowers and praises, but who would think of the people behind their achievements—those coaches and sparring players? Without coaches and sparring partners there to support them in obscurity, where would the athletes be able to achieve glory on the field? Aren’t those people working silently behind the scenes just like the soil around us?
I love clay, and even more, I love the people who make contributions in obscurity like clay! 500-word essay on soil praise 3
When we linger on the delicate flowers with admiration; when we admire the tall trees with respect; when we are immersed in the heavy joy of the harvest, we Ignoring the soil that has been silently dedicated behind it.
"The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp", "the little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners", "frost leaves are as red as February flowers", "the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold". All these plants are full of vitality under your nourishment. You use your broad arms to nurture each plant. When people praise them for their elegance, tenderness and variety, your heart is full of joy, and you never feel sorry for people's praise of you. saddened by the neglect.
Mud, I praise you and your broad mind.
"The prophet of ducks with warm water in the spring river" "Only in shallow grass can there be no horse hooves" "The wind blows the grass and makes cattle and sheep invisible", you use your majestic body to accommodate the survival of various animals, when animals reproduce from generation to generation. At this time, your heart is filled with joy. There are many good sentences praising different animals at home and abroad, but you are not there, but you are never moved or angry by them, but work harder. Mud, I praise you and your selflessness.
"Zhou Dunyi, Tutu, you have raised generations of learned people. Only your aura can breed such heroes, but future generations only praise their talents, but no one praises Tutu's contribution. However, you still In such obscurity, there is no complaint against future generations, but an optimistic view. Mud, I praise you and your aura.
You are willing to live at the bottom and contribute to mankind in obscurity, but never show off or be proud. Mud, I want to compose a hymn for you and sing a hymn for you, singing the spirit of selfless dedication. A 500-word essay on soil praise 4
Have you ever observed the soil under your feet? Maybe you have observed the big trees growing out of the soil, the steaming hot springs, and the majestic waterfalls... When people sigh at all that nature has nurtured, they forget The warm soil under your feet serves as the foundation.
Soil, there are all kinds of soil. There are red soil from Tibet, black soil from Heilongjiang, loess from Shanxi, and other types of soil. But maybe it’s because the water and soil in a village support a person, I prefer the soil in my hometown. In this modern city wrapped by steel bars, only the garden and the flower pots still have "captive" mud. Even my hometown has cement roads leading to every house in recent years. Only the mountains behind my homes are still there. There is the purest and moistest soil in this city. Children from every family have their own territories here. Maybe if you move the stones by the stream casually, you will find tiny crabs. When your little feet step on this warm land, there will be a special feeling, just like a mother's hand caressing you. When the children were tired from playing, they lay down on the ground in twos and threes, enjoying the comfort of nature.
The hot springs with bubbling water, the volcanoes containing magma, and the forests with towering trees. People often only praise the wonderful natural landscapes and the vigorous vitality, but they are already Forget the soil that was trampled under your feet. The soil is the foundation for the growth of all things. It is vast, honest and simple, and it nourishes all things in silence. Whether you travel from Antarctica to the North Pole, or from Eurasia to the Americas, you will find that soil is everywhere.
That soil carries the sky, the earth, the sun of tomorrow, and the hearts of wanderers everywhere. A 500-word essay on soil praise 5
From ancient times to the present, when we see towering trees and bright flowers during spring outings, we will all sigh sincerely. Who will pay attention to the soil under his feet? The soil is small and insignificant, but the role of soil is so great!
Look at the towering building that is supported by it. If there is no soil, the building will collapse. Look, the flowers are blooming so luxuriantly, if it is not firmly grasped by the soil. Their roots, the strong wind will blow them away, the heavy rain will wash them away, and the hail will bury them. Haven't you seen the uneven soil everywhere on both sides of the road, they guard them without regrets After covering every inch of land, do you only think it is dirt? Did it not occur to you to praise it at all? Do you think only flowers and plants are worthy of your praise? Don't you think at all that there is still soil under these flowers and plants? They hold on to the flowers and plants tightly to prevent them from being overwhelmed by the storm. They see that the flowers and plants are loved and praised by others. You don’t feel wronged at all and still do your job well. Isn’t this kind of spirit worthy of your praise? Isn't their spirit of selfless dedication worth learning from you at all? Soil is the most common thing in our lives. We step on their bodies every day. Not only do they not complain, but they also do their job well every day. Don't you think about the goodness of soil at all? Just think that this is his duty? Don't you think at all about the hardships he suffered and how tired he was? I love the soil, I love the soil that gives selflessly without asking for anything in return!
This is an article about praising soil. The author praises the small and insignificant soil, and focuses on the role of soil. The soil is willing to be the foundation under the house to protect the house, and provide protection for flowers and plants. He performs his duties in obscurity, speaks fluently, and has sincere emotions. A 500-word essay in praise of soil 6
Some people admire the plum blossoms that stand proud of the snow, some praise the pines and cypresses that are not afraid of the cold, some marvel at the flowers that bloom proudly, but I want to praise this ordinary soil.
The soil is our mother, giving birth to all things in the world. She is ordinary and simple, broad and profound. She provides her nutrients for seeds to germinate and flowers to bloom, but she has no regrets.
Whenever they see the endless waves of wheat and walk in the vast sea of ??flowers that are pleasing to the eye, people will admire the miraculous craftsmanship of nature, but forget that it is this ordinary soil that really gives them life.
For thousands of years, soil has carried all kinds of human hopes and dreams, and supported ancient civilizations with long history. Although she is beneath all things, hidden behind success, and never noticed, her great, simple and unknown spirit stands above all things.
Aren’t there people around us who are like clay? Farmers spend their lives busy in the fields, working hard and cultivating the fields. Their work may seem menial, but it has made many people no longer endure hunger. There are also teachers who are selfless and dedicated. They take care of us all the time in life, silently encourage and support us in study, but in the end leave the vicissitudes of life to themselves. It is true that "the spring silkworms will die only when they die, and the wax torch will turn to ashes before the tears dry up." There are also the cleaning workers who are found in every corner of the city. They stick to their posts regardless of severe cold or heat, wind or rain, and leave us a clean and comfortable environment, even if no one has ever thanked them...
They may only be at the bottom of society, and may not be known or cared about all their lives, but they are a solid foundation, the foundation of a society's development, and the cornerstone of a nation's prosperity. The growth of all things is inseparable from soil, and our lives cannot be separated from people who are like "soil". Let us praise them loudly! A 500-word essay on soil 7
Mud is spread all over the world and can be seen almost everywhere. From the towering snow-capped mountains to the bottomless valleys; from the tree-lined rainforests to the sea-like wilderness of wheat waves; from the year-round dry Gobi to the turbulent seas, soil is everywhere. However, although she is indeed ordinary, she also has her own nobility!
As we all know. Soil has given birth to countless lives. She allows life to draw nutrients from her body without expecting anything in return, which is the truest portrayal of her self-sacrifice and broad-mindedness. It is precisely because of all the things she has given birth to that she is even more beautiful. In spring, green grass covers her; in summer, gorgeous flowers decorate her; in autumn, colorful fallen leaves decorate her; in winter, white snow warms her. However, no matter how hard the rocks around her were, they had long been turned into powder and dissipated by the wind after being exposed to the wind, sun and rain day after day and year after year.
The soil is tolerant. She can tolerate everything but will not forget it. No matter what hurts her, she will use her deep love to tolerate and change. That's why she is so broad-minded. Tolerance adds to her infinite charm.
In my mind, the high quality of Mu Mu is not only this, but also that even though she has made such a big contribution, she still keeps a low profile and never climbs high. Of course, she is also found in the snow-capped mountains and plateaus, but her nature is to bend downwards, toward the plains and valleys, with her power to nurture and accommodate all things, looking lovingly at the creatures of the world and at her children. We...
This is the soil, the soil of self-sacrifice for others; this is the soil, the generous and broad soil; this is the soil, the low-key and restrained soil. She is the mother of all living things in the world, but she always has a humble heart. While nurturing and tolerating all things, while remaining modest, she also made people realize a truth: A truly great man is never proud! A 500-word essay on soil praise 8
The ancients believed that the world is composed of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. Regardless of whether this statement is scientific or not, I just want to say: this ranking is not reasonable enough. In terms of ambition, ability, and contribution, earth is not inferior to metal, wood, water, and fire, so why should it be ranked last?
Soil gives birth to all things, nourishes all things, and gives all things space for survival and development. Soil is unique and ubiquitous. Perhaps it is precisely because of her omnipresence that people ignore her and the mother of all things.
Her appearance is indeed very unsightly. The dark face, rough skin, and deep wrinkles have almost no appreciation value. However, when people admire the towering trees, gorgeous flowers, and plump rice, have they ever thought that they all have the same "ugly" mother? Have you ever thought that this "ugly" soil is also the mother of mankind?
Mud Mud doesn’t care about people’s attitude towards her. Regardless of whether people praised or ridiculed her, appreciated or ignored her, she always gave without asking for anything in return. Every sprout that emerges, every flower that blooms, and every fruit that matures are filled with the selfless love of the soil. When people watch the gorgeous flowers and taste the delicious fruits, the mother of all things, the soil, must be smiling sweetly!
In life, there are many people who are as selfless as clay, such as farmers, masons, cleaners... These people are not valued by others and cannot make much money, but they are members of society. The cornerstone plays a huge role.
The appearance of soil is ugly, but her spirit is great. I want to loudly praise the mother of all things - soil. A 500-word essay in praise of soil 9
The dark soil is mixed with wisps of fragrance. We are born from the soil, but we look down on this ordinary soil. The soil does not have the beauty of peonies, the fragrance of winter plums, and the comfort of jasmine. And I will praise the soil.
The soil is black and simple. When we step on it, it does not complain at all. When we enjoy the cool under the shade of the tree, we will praise the height of the tree and the goodness of the tree.
But we don’t think of the most essential soil. Without soil, there would be no big trees. Without big trees, there would be no place for us to enjoy the shade.
We can’t see the soil, she is too ordinary, and her ordinaryness is by no means ordinary. She is ordinary but extraordinary. She is ordinary because she devotes herself silently. She is extraordinary because she does not let people know her ordinaryness.
Soil, the source of all things, breeds vegetables, fruits, grass, and trees. She gave birth to everything to eat, drink, and see. When we are learning to talk, the closest thing we have is soil, soil, our good friend, and our mother. We run on the earth and she stares at us. Maybe she will make us fall, but this is what she makes us do. Our opportunity to be independent, we sometimes hate soil, but sometimes we also love soil, soil, we should love her, at least like her.
Having said so much, it is not to praise the greatness of soil, but to make us realize a real soil, an unknown soil.
Look, in life, this soil is like many people in our lives, selfless cleaners, hard-working workers, and simple farmers. They are not just like the soil, they contribute silently. Although these working people at the bottom of society work hard, they do not complain. Their qualities all demonstrate the ordinary and extraordinary nature of the soil. She is ordinary because she contributes silently, and she is extraordinary. She doesn't let people know her ordinariness.
Having said so much, we should have a new attitude towards clay, not just clay, but everything in life. Like clay, we should be an ordinary but extraordinary person. A 500-word essay on soil 10
The story of red soil is called care. The dry soil at the end of the world is windy sand. The sealing knife is hidden in ordinary people's homes, digging a piece of soil and sand under the east fence. Childhood play is enriched by the lovely soil. I can dig a piece of soil in the humid morning and play until late at night.
The soil does not have the gorgeous color of roses, nor the refreshing fragrance of roses. It is indeed not an exaggeration to say that it is ugly. However, this ordinary and simple soil is broad and heavy, silently dedicated without expectation. The reward is unparalleled and unassuming.
When we were young, we could always make flowers out of the soil. When we were at school, after class, the naughty children always liked to dig a piece of mud in the flower pond, and then squat side by side on the granite beside the sidewalk. , knead the soil into various shapes, shake off the water and remove impurities. Even if we are covered in mud, we don’t care, but the teachers always like to show up when we are in the highest mood and shout: "You brats, you don’t mind the mud being dirty! Go back to the classroom quickly!" And we always take the opportunity to grab a piece of it! I stuffed the mud into my trouser pockets or put it in my arms. During class, I would glance at the mud on the table from time to time and think about how to shape it into various shapes.
Soil breeds all things, and only with it can human beings thrive. Soil is our food and clothing parent, but now the soil is crying to us, because it contains a lot of chemical pesticides and battery residues, and even its close partners have been lost. Large areas of green grass have now been replaced by heavy industrial buildings. The soil kept groaning, but we remained unmoved.
The dirt paths of the past have been replaced by ruthless cement roads, and the familiar fragrance of dirt from my childhood is rarely heard. The smell of cement is really unbearable to me. When I was a child, I would still laugh silly when I fell on the muddy ground. Nowadays, when children fall on the solid soil, they shed more tears.
The secret you have hidden in the kiln for thousands of years is as delicate as an embroidery needle falling to the ground. The predecessor of the gorgeous and exquisite blue and white porcelain is the ordinary soil.
Let those poor people spit on the soil and despise the soil. I want to praise the soil loudly. A 500-word essay praising the soil 11
The soil is really extraordinary, I praise the soil!
Whenever you walk on a country road full of earthy fragrance, do you feel that it is everywhere? When you admire the scenery from the top of a tall building, do you feel the importance of earth? When you admire the height of the tree and the fragrance of the flowers, have you ever thought about the soil that you have paid silently? When you see precious ancient fossils, do you think of the soil that has protected them for hundreds of millions of years?
This is soil, which is extremely common and extremely useful in the world, but it is the embodiment of silence and selflessness.
Now that science and technology have developed, soilless cultivation has gradually replaced soil cultivation. The working method of "facing the loess and back to the sky" has become a thing of the past, and soil has gradually faded out of people's sight. But they are still subject to endless blows from nature: the Loess Plateau is eroded by the Yellow River water, carrying hundreds of millions of tons of soil every year, harming both sides of the North China Plain; due to long-term industrial wastewater irrigation, the soil has become worthless ; Vegetation has been artificially destroyed, and soil with extremely high economic value has turned into useless sand. The soil has become riddled with holes!
This is soil, weather-beaten soil that still exists after hundreds of millions of years of attack.
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Soil is extraordinary. It is very common in the world and is not valued by others, just like workers. It works silently to pave the way for the construction of the motherland. This is also Similar to workers. I praise soil because it not only symbolizes workers, but especially the spirit of strength, selflessness, silent dedication, and asking for nothing in return that is indispensable in our nation's construction today.
Let those who look down on workers, despise workers, and do not seek advancement praise the beautiful granite and despise this very common and important soil! I want to praise the soil loudly!
If possible, I would like to be a piece of soil, an inconspicuous piece of soil, a piece of unknown soil; a piece of soil that regards dedication as fun! 500-word essay on soil praise 12
Flowers are so delicate and beautiful because they are silently set off by green leaves. The green leaves are so strong and full because they are silently cared for by the soil.
In a vast land, there are colorful flowers everywhere. A group of tourists passed by here and couldn't help but admire: "Look, such beautiful flowers"! But have they ever noticed the green leaves under the flowers? Will they pay attention to the dark soil? Maybe they are just too inconspicuous, too inconspicuous.
On the stage, the singers that everyone praises and the dancers that everyone admires show off their talents and style, especially under the colorful lights, they look even more gorgeous and moving. But who has ever thought about who is behind the gorgeous lights? Is it a computer? No. It is the little-known behind-the-scenes personnel who control the lights and props on the stage in obscurity. Without the hard work of those behind the scenes, there would be no such moving performances as the performers. ah! The people behind the scenes, you are just a handful of dirt!
During the Olympic Games, people are always most concerned about the athletes, but who delivers water to the athletes and coaches under the scorching sun? Who travels between venues every day? Who shows the way for everyone? Yes Who can't watch the game and have to clean the venue? Who are...the volunteers who are selfless. They volunteered to serve the Olympics without receiving a penny. Some people may think that these volunteers have nothing to do when they are full and do not understand them. Have you ever thought about it: without these volunteers, could the Beijing Olympic Games still be held smoothly? Volunteers are an integral part of the Olympic Games. ah! Olympic volunteers, you are just a handful of dirt!
Mud, you are the person behind the scenes, the volunteer, the server... Although you are humble, you are great. You are like a candle, burning yourself to illuminate others. I am willing to be a handful of clay, a handful of clay that will silently contribute to society and the motherland! 500-word essay on soil praise 13
It has no gorgeous colors, only monotonous earthy yellow; it has no beautiful legends, only eternal heaviness; it has no romantic poetry, only silent simplicity; it has no diamonds The precious magnificence of pearls does not have the charming brilliance of the moon and stars, and even its name is inconspicuous - soil.
It can be found in every corner of the world. All kinds of creatures in the world need its nourishment. It is so ordinary that people often ignore its existence. It silently devotes itself to everything, but how many literati have praised it from ancient times to the present? In life, it is just a foil, working alone and letting others trample on it without saying a word. Therefore, the simple yellow color became its symbol.
Occasionally, I lay on the grass, closed my eyes, and smelled the smell of nature. Suddenly, a moist and fresh aroma burst into my nose. Ha, it must be some beautiful flower. But when I opened my eyes, I found rows of soil newly plowed by farmers. I began to doubt my sense of smell, so I cautiously approached it, and there was another stronger scent, mixed with the scent of grass and wild flowers. How can soil have a fragrance? Oh, I understand, spring has begun, and it is ready to breed crops. It wants to release the joy of dedicating itself to mankind without regrets! No matter how ordinary things are, they will have their own fragrance, just like soil, light and intoxicating.
Many people despise soil and their simplicity and monotony. However, have people ever thought about where delicious dishes would come from without soil? Without soil, where would luxurious buildings come from? Without soil, where would intelligent humans come from? Without soil, where would the life of the earth come from? They nourish all things in the world with nutrients, just like farmers who face the loess and turn their backs to the sky. They work hard and nourish us with food, but they never complain. Farmers and those who contribute silently are like the soil, with humble, strong and selfless blood flowing in their bones! What right do we have to despise them?
So, I praise the soil, its fraternity and selflessness, its simplicity and strength, and everything about it. If there is an afterlife. I would like to be a small piece of soil, secretly emit fragrance, and devote my life. 500-word essay on soil praise 14
It has no brilliant colors, only a dull earthy yellow. It has no magical legends, only a thicker and thicker one. It does not have the dazzlingness of the stars and the moon. It can be called the light of fireflies. How can it be Competing with the bright moon, it is impossible for people to stop, not even the insignificant firefly.
Walking on the path in front of the house, the soil of my hometown is everywhere, but there are towering trees on both sides. Walking here in summer will not feel a trace of heat. Grass grows under the branches. "Wild fire cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows." People always praise the tenacity of the grass, which grows again when the spring breeze blows. But how can it grow without the help of soil.
A few years later, my hometown has undergone tremendous changes. What caught my attention were the annual rings left on the picture. One day was cut down, leaving only the eternal soil that will not be moistened by the world and nourished by one's own body. Some people say that the flowers are red, and some people say the leaves are green, but the selfless dedication and the soil that has given the greatest help to mankind, But it was thrown aside. A little dirt on the shoes made many people complain. Without you, it wouldn't be like this. Without dirt, there would be no continent. Without the continent, where would the people come from? Go to the novel, the magnificent pyramid in human history, that said. It is the crystallization of human wisdom, but without the more ancient soil and selfless dedication, there would be no such magnificent building.
Now the dirt road in front of the house has been poured with cement, and a tall and towering building is in front of us. Everything cannot lack water, but people cannot lack soil. Without soil, where would the food come from? Without soil, where would the eye-catching flowers come from? Without soil, how would the strength of today's country come about.
Indeed, earth is only a monotonous khaki. Its eternal thickness has no brilliance at all for me, but I praise you for spitting it out, its simplicity and silklessness, and the spirit of selfless dedication to all things in the world. A 500-word essay on soil 15
It is willing to be stepped on by us, it is willing to dedicate every inch of its body, it is willing to be unknown, and it is willing to be the most inconspicuous existence in the world.
The soil is very small. They are just tiny particles, but they merge into the vast earth. The soil is very ordinary. They are just red or yellow materials that are widely distributed on the surface of the earth, but they bear the burden of all mankind. food, clothing, housing and transportation. When I walked through the rows of buildings, I saw the soil in the city gardens cultivating delicate flowers. When I walked past the huts with smoke lingering from the kitchen, I saw the soil in the countryside nurturing the strong wheat seedlings. When I walked to the boundless On the grassland, I saw the green grass fed by soil on the raised hills. I couldn't help but be amazed!
When I go to the mountains, I always gently pick up a handful of soil and look at it carefully to see its simple color; I gently smell it to smell its moist and fragrant smell. Whenever I do this, I always think of my usual porridge and rice, and the wide road under my feet.
Picking up a handful of soil, I thought of the farmers who have been working hard in the fields year after year. Their faces are the same color as the soil - tanned from years of hard work. They also always have the smell of earth soaked with hard work and sweat. It's not the deliberately strong perfume smell that city dwellers have, but it's an artificial smell. In contrast, I prefer the earthy smell of farmers.
They are also as low-key as clay. Although they can be said to have "unparalleled achievements" - they use their hard-working hands to grow food and vegetables to meet people's needs, they never show off their achievements. , diligently busy with farm work, working in obscurity. They did not choose to give up their fields and go to the city to make a living. Instead, they stuck to the most miserable positions at the grassroots level, guarding the fields left by their ancestors to make a living. They were very tired and had a meager income. There are also some young students in cities who gave up the opportunity to work in large companies and resolutely came to the countryside to spread scientific and technological knowledge and help farmers get rich scientifically.
This spirit of dedication is the same as that of clay!
Picking up another handful of soil, I no longer hide my inner praise and admiration for it, I want to praise it loudly!