Grass fourth grade composition 1 Some people like delicate peony, some people like tall and straight pine trees, but I like humble grass.
Before the cold of spring disappeared, the grass emerged from the soil, shaking its yellow-green tip and looking at the world of deja vu. It greedily sucked the dew of spring, and a few days later, the narrow leaves of light green danced in the spring breeze. Whether in fertile Yuan Ye or barren hills, they are thriving and decorating the earth with green bodies, making spring more beautiful. Seeing this vibrant scene, a force for progress arises spontaneously.
Summer is coming, the sun is shining, and the earth is like a huge steamer. The hot summer is unbearable, the flowers are baked and the birds stop singing. Only the grass struggled silently and refused to lower its stubborn head. At night, people sit on the grass to enjoy the cool, but the grass is trampled without complaint.
A gust of autumn wind blew, yellow leaves fell on the trees, and the grass gradually withered. In winter, when Wan Li is frozen and snowing thousands of miles away, the grass seems to be in hibernation and curled up on the ground. However, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? When winter goes and spring comes, the grass regains its vitality and flourishes. It is not afraid of wind and rain, and keeps growing. It has only one firm belief: it will never bow to any forces.
"There are plenty of fish in the sea." In the fields, on the plains, on the slopes ... grass is everywhere. Grass, grass, your indomitable spirit will always inspire me to move forward.
Next to our school, there is an old house with a small stool beside it. An old man lives in this house. The most attractive thing is the small green lawn around the old house.
Because it is close to the school, the lawn has naturally become a natural "football field" for children in grades one and two. One weekend afternoon, I passed by here after school and saw a large group of children playing football. Football is rolling on the lawn and children are flying on the lawn. They fight for each other, sometimes with the ball, sometimes passing the ball, sometimes shooting, and having a good time. At this moment, I suddenly found the old man sitting quietly on a small stool with a newspaper in his hand. He didn't stop the children from trampling on the grass, nor did he read the newspaper. His eyes were fixed on the children, and he had a satisfied smile on his face. It was not until the sun went down that the children packed their backpacks and went home talking and laughing.
The golden sunset covered the horizon, and the old man put away his newspaper and stood up on crutches. I saw him struggling to lift the watering can next to the stool and slowly walked to the lawn step by step. When he came to the lawn, he crouched down slowly, put down the watering can, lifted the grass tree by tree with his rough big hands, and then picked up the watering can to water the grass. Tiny drops of water fell on the lawn like pearls. The old man kept repeating the same action. When the last sunset disappeared in the sky, the old man reluctantly returned to his old house.
The next morning, I deliberately passed by the small lawn. The grass trampled last night stood up again and was full of vitality. The old man sat quietly on a small stool reading a newspaper. The sun rose, and the soft sunshine shone on the old man's face and lawn, and everything seemed so quiet, peaceful and beautiful.
I suddenly have a strange feeling in my heart. Humans have life, animals have life, and flowers and plants also have life. Love keeps life going and makes life better.
Some people like muddy but not dirty lotus flowers, some people like fresh and elegant orchids, some people like the daffodils of jade bone with ice muscles, but I like humble grass.
Just as the spring breeze was blowing, the grass stuck out its thin and small head. At the end of spring, the grass waved to the floret tree, and the floret tree ignored it, thinking that the grass was not qualified to talk to itself.
Summer is coming, the burning sun shines on the earth, the leaves on the big trees are rolled up, and the heads of the small flowers are shrugged down. But the grass still holds its head high and stands motionless.
Autumn has come, leaves have fallen, dancing like butterflies, making the final confession. The floret also lost its former glory and slowly faded. You must think the grass is turning yellow, right? Don't! Don't! Look! Even if the grass is short and small, it never bows its head and does not show weakness.
The end of autumn came, and several bleak autumn winds and continuous autumn rains hit the grass. Finally, the grass gradually lost its previous breath and color. Someone must have withered the grass now, right? But it: "They grow taller in the spring breeze". Next spring, the grass will grow again and the earth will be covered with green blankets.
I like grass, and I prefer to have indomitable people like grass!
Grass is the fourth article of the fourth grade composition, and everyone is familiar with it. It can grow tenaciously on dusty roadsides, desolate and barren mountains, and even in narrow and humid crevices. Although it is petite, it has unparalleled magical power and tenacious vitality. It is not spoiled like a delicate mimosa. Unlike the willows in the neighborhood. It just lived its own life there, shaking hands with Spring and having a cordial conversation with its companions. It is sincere and simple, never like a peach tree, always let its temper give some color to see see. It just grows tenaciously and never needs human service and comfort.
There is a lonely meadow on the river bank in front of my house. Unfortunately, it was dark when it was unearthed, because a heavy stone was pressed on it, which made it unable to stretch freely, but it persevered, thrived and drilled hard. It longs for sunshine and realizes its will to live. No matter how heavy the stones are and how narrow the distance between them is, they are always tortuous. The power of a blade of grass is incredible! Once, it was raining cats and dogs, and the grass stood there alone. Rain whipped it, wind destroyed it, lightning and thunder, but it did not yield.
At that time, it seemed to shout in the wind and rain, driving away the thunder and lightning with fortitude. In this autumn, the grass gradually dries up, but its tenacious spirit will remain in my heart forever. "The weeds can't burn, and the spring breeze blows high." I was shocked by the tenacious vitality of the grass, and I will be as indomitable as the grass in my study in the future!
Some people like tall and straight bamboo, some people like fragrant and elegant orchids, and some people like bright and proud plum blossoms. But I like the ordinary grass that is not tall, handsome or proud.
The snow and ice have just melted in spring, and the grass is like a naughty child. It is so tender and delicate, and the green grass brings a piece of green to the earth. A gust of wind blew and the grass swayed with the wind.
In summer, the grass looks weak, but it is actually very strong. Under the scorching sun, the grass hung its head, but it still stood proudly. The sun also admired the spirit of the grass and hid in the clouds. After a while, the storm came. The wind blew the grass around and it rained heavily, but the grass refused to leave the soil. The rain stopped and we were all worried about the grass. However, I saw that the grass was greener and fatter under the sunlight. At this time, a rainbow bridge was set up on the horizon, which seemed to praise the spirit of the grass.
Autumn has come, the grass has turned golden yellow, and the whole earth is like a yellow carpet, which is very beautiful.
Winter came, the grass withered, the leaves fell off, and the grass went underground to sleep under the cover of Grandpa Winter Snow. The next spring, the grass sprouted.
I love grass, and I love its strong spirit more.
You can be seen everywhere, in the garden, under the big trees, on the mountains, in the crevices of rocks ... No matter where you are, you can always see your green, and you are a grass. Some people may despise you, even despise you, thinking that you are just a weed.
But, without you, who will set off the height of the tree! Without you, who will set off the bright colors of roses! Without you, who will set off the nobility of peony! You look so monotonous in front of gorgeous flowers and so weak at the foot of towering trees. However, when the storm comes, the trees are uprooted and the flowers are smashed to pieces, but you still stand in a delicate posture, swaying in the storm and never falling down.
Do you see the grass under the stone? Although you are overwhelmed by Mount Tai and can't see the sun, you are not discouraged at all. You are still stronger every day, sticking your head out desperately to see the sun tomorrow. You try your best to take root in the soil and push the stone up. Many things happen. One day, you finally knocked off the "Mount Tai" that covered your head. You spread out your green body and smile comfortably.
Although people sometimes cross your head, you won't bow your head and be arrogant; Although you will tremble with cold in the cold winter, and only a few sparse roots are swaying in the cold wind, you will never give in to the cold. By the next spring, you will grow new leaves and show your charm again. It's really "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing high"!
Grass, you represent all strong, unyielding and tenacious people. If you are compared to the army on the battlefield, you are the death squad. Without your efforts, there would be no brilliant achievements and feats.
I am a grass. Today, the weather is not very good, and the light is getting darker and darker. It seems that someone accidentally knocked over the ink bottle and the sky was dyed black. After a while, there was lightning and thunder, and it rained cats and dogs. The whole sky is like a big stage for singing opera. I'm so happy! I haven't had a sip of water for so many days, so I can finally have a good drink today. The hard dirt on me finally came off. Ah! This is the most pleasant and refreshing bath I have ever had. I am clean and comfortable.
The rain gradually stopped and those naughty children stepped on me. Although I am in pain, I feel sweet when I look at the children's bright smiles, as if I had drunk honey water.
Shepherds bring their cattle and sheep to eat grass. At this time, I panicked and thought: Will this end my life at this moment? After a while, cattle and sheep ate me, but fortunately my roots are still there. Later, I understood that as long as my roots are still there, I will not die.
After a while, the shepherd came here again with his cattle and sheep. I was very happy when I saw those cattle and sheep become stronger because they ate me!
Gu Xia left quietly without interest, while Qiugu came along with light steps. The weather is getting colder and colder, the flowers are withered, and the yellow leaves on the trees are blown off by the wind, like flying saucers.
I withered, too. Some old ladies use us as firewood. The moment I was put into the stove, I knew my life was over, but I didn't regret it, because although I sacrificed, I brought happiness to others.
On a sunny day, my mother and I walked in the park. There are many grasses on the lawn. They seem to be singing there. This town is lovely.
I pulled up the grass conveniently, but I saw a piece of grass missing in the middle of the lawn, which was where I pulled up the grass just now. A few days later, my grandmother and I were going to buy food and happened to pass by here again. I saw that the grass I pulled at that time grew back. I was really weird just now!
Why is this? Suddenly, a poem flashed in my mind: "Wildfire will not completely devour them, they will be tall again in the spring breeze!" "
Yes, the vitality of grass is so tenacious!
Worth my deep thought!
The spirit of grass is worth learning. I want to learn from Xiaocao and learn from his persistent and tenacious spirit!
I will also observe things around me carefully in the future, find more nature around me, and I will certainly learn a lot of knowledge.
Today is Tuesday, and there will be a recitation contest on the playground of our school. At that time, our whole class will recite the poem Song of Grass together. I am very excited. I wish this moment would come soon. Last Friday, the teacher began to let us practice reciting this poem, and asked us to wear school uniforms, white shoes, white socks and red scarves. Girls should roll their heads and wear flowers during the recitation competition. Finally, the day of the game came. When we rushed to move chairs and run to the playground, several classes of students had "taken their places". Our fourth-grade students are all crowded together and look dense. The game is going on nervously and will come to our class soon. We lined up in advance and made all the preparations. But I was a little nervous before the end of the last class. My hands are full of sweat, and I keep reciting poems in my heart, for fear that I will recite the wrong words on the stage later and affect the collective performance. To my surprise, our whole class recited very well, everyone was very devoted and recited neatly and loudly. Our game was very successful, and the audience applauded warmly from time to time ... When we stepped off the stage with neat steps, the applause from the audience was even more enthusiastic. Suddenly, my heart lit up: aren't we just the grass in the poem? As long as we in Qi Xin work together, think wholeheartedly, work wholeheartedly, join hands and develop team spirit, there will be no insurmountable difficulties! Students, do you feel this powerful force? Let's start from me and be a strong grass!