When I was pleasantly surprised to find that the first grass showed its head, and when I truly felt the spring breeze blowing on my cheeks, I shouted happily in my heart - spring is here.
My mother always said that I was a gift to her in spring. She carefully cared for my seed in the winter, and when spring came, she received me, the most beautiful gift. So my mother said: The seeds planted in spring will definitely sprout.
My mother’s teachings are like a seed that watered my poor thoughts, enabled me to grow healthily, and made me sunny and strong.
In spring, the wind blows softly, the wicker swings leisurely, the bright spring light, and the chirping birds reveal the beauty and vitality of spring. I jumped up and down happily, pointing here and there: "Mom, mom, look, the willow branches have sprouted, the grass has emerged from the soil, and there are birds, and the birds have also flown back..." Mom pointed She looked at the sky and said, "Child, do you know what this is?" I was silent, and my mother pointed at the bird and said, "Child, these are lives, fresh lives. Look, how happy they are! Remember. , The value of life lies in happiness!" I blinked my eyes and seemed to understand.
In summer, the sun is shining brightly, and the golden sun is baking the earth hot. A gust of south wind blows, and golden waves of wheat surge up in the wheat fields. Cicadas sing "Cicada--Cicada" on the trees. "It's gone" he shouted. I excitedly said to my mother: "Mom, I heard cicadas singing. Look, the leaves are so green..." My mother said slowly: "My child, do you know what these are?" "It's life." I He said firmly, "Yes, it is life. Look, the weather is so hot, the big tree is still standing there tenaciously, and the cicadas are constantly practicing singing. How strong they are! Children, remember that the meaning of life is to be strong." "I scratched my head and seemed to understand something.
In autumn, the leaves turned yellow, falling to the ground one by one, and the birds flew away. I said with disappointment: "The birds flew away, and the leaves also fell..." Mom said meaningfully He said: "Child, have you ever heard of such a poem? Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. The leaves have fallen, but they don't just lie on the ground, they dedicate themselves to the roots of the tree. Next year In spring, the leaves will be greener and the flowers will be redder. Remember, life requires this kind of great dedication." I nodded vigorously.
In winter, there is nothing in the gray sky and earth. I said feebly: "Mom, look, there is nothing left." Mom looked at me and said: "My child, look at this day, just now the sun was rising in the east, and in the blink of an eye it was replaced by a sky full of stars, and tomorrow's sky will be full of stars." Another golden sun will rise in the morning. This is what people often say: time is fleeting. Children, remember, the meaning of life is eternity. "My eyes were shining with tears.
As cold comes and summer comes, spring passes and autumn comes, I plant a seed and wait quietly for it to sprout and grow. At the same time, another seed was planted in my heart. I firmly believe that every seed sown will reap a harvest.