Comparing Teachers to Dirt
"Don't always compare yourself to a pearl, so that you will always feel buried; go ahead and be dirt! Let people tread you into solid paths." Dirt, who has ever noticed it? It is no more charming than flowers, no more delicate than grass, no more verdant than pines and cypresses, and even less so than the golden harvest season scenery of the fields in autumn. However, who would have thought that leaving the fertile soil how can we talk about the charm of flowers, the tenderness of grass, the verdure of pines and cypresses; then, the golden harvest season scenery in the fields in the fall, and how can we talk about it? In other words, the reason why people have today's brilliant and colorful life, are inseparable from it - the soil.
Today. When you see scientists achieve a certain result, you can not help but admire them from the bottom of your heart. Yes! Their results today, they are after unremitting efforts and struggles in exchange. But at this time I do not know whether you can think of, their today is inseparable from the hard work of cultivating their teachers. If there is no teacher to their care and teaching, how can they have today's results and honor? They can grow from an ignorant child into a pillar of the construction of the motherland, which is not permeated by the sweat of the teacher's hard work? If these scientists and artists have achieved any honor, then I want to say frankly: their honor, but also hard to cultivate their teacher's share!
Dear teacher, winter to spring, summer to autumn and still. Month after month, year after year, you have shed for us how much hard sweat, how much precious time, leaving how many full of teachers and students affectionate picture ...... I am attached to the spring blossoms of spring, but more attached to the teacher that is better than the warmth of spring warmth; I'm attached to my alma mater cheerful day, but more attached to the teacher that is better than the summer of the enthusiasm for the work; I'm attached to the autumn Boulevard. Attachment to the autumn boulevard mouth refreshing, but more attached to the teacher that frank friends of the sincerity; I am attached to the vibrant life of the campus collective life in the winter, but more attached to the teacher's full of enthusiasm for the students ......
Dear teacher; you are so ordinary, you are so unselfish, like feeding ten thousand flowers grow up in the mud ground, all of themselves are Unreservedly dedicated to nature, dedicated to us, but you never figure our return! You will always be remembered, you will always be loved. You will always be remembered, you will always be loved, you will always be honored, you will always be respected - our dearest teachers!
Teachers are called the engineers of the soul. They not only preach, but also teach, explain, cultivate the flower of spiritual civilization. They are as ordinary and silent as the soil to dedicate themselves, cultivate the flowers like us, building a better future for the motherland. How can we not fall in love with these silent accompanied by our growth, and worthy of a lifetime of love and praise of the soil type of teachers.
Only compare teachers to clay, no flowers, make do, writing style you can refer to.
2. How to write an essay comparing yourself to a lotus flower in the third gradeDuring the winter vacation, the happiest thing for me was to count the snowball fight that my dad accompanied me on February 13th.
My father and I came to the entertainment and leisure plaza, first of all, each chose a piece of snow as a base, and then ready to start the war. Started the war, I grabbed a handful of snow from the snow to throw at Dad. Who knows, Dad is not panic in the snow walk. Just when I was confused, two snowballs came at me, I dodged the first one but not the second one. I took a closer look and was shocked, "Sneaky dad went and pulled a warren." I thought to myself, "Damn dad, let's see what I can do to you." I followed my dad's example and went to pull in my comrades, but I pulled in not one or two, but five. Our scenarios were different, I first chose two comrades to get snow against dad and his comrades. One more comrade joins me to make a sneak attack on Dad's team. The remaining two comrades used the snow to build a snow wall so that our team's comrades would not be attacked. At first, I built a snow wall with the comrade who was going to do the sneak attack from behind, and when the dad's team was completely focused on the two comrades in front of us, one of my comrades and I went to do the sneak attack from behind, hand in hand. After the sneak attack, our team all hid behind the wall of snow, and the dad's team rushed to throw snowballs at us, but what's the use?
This is a great victory! My teammates all said that I thought it was a good idea, don't you think so?
3. Think of yourself as a plant and write an essayI am a flower
A flower is the seed of happiness in the midst of happiness; a flower is the courage to get up after a fall; a flower is a powerful motivation to get out of trouble. I am a flower.
When you are sad because of the loss of a loved one, I will become a flower to comfort you. I will save you from the bitter sea of love, and use my greatest ability of a flower to exchange your smile. Tell you that your loved ones are watching over you on their way to heaven.
When you are angry because you are angry with your friends, I will turn into a flower to pacify you. Save you from the misadventures of friendship, and use the best of my ability as a flower for your innocent and flawless friendship. Tell you, sentience is white as jade, feel it with your heart, it will give you infinite energy.
When you are in despair because of the loss of your lover, I will turn into a flower to soothe you. Save you from the desert of love, and use the greatest ability of my one flower to exchange your courage to fall in love again. Tell you that it is his/her loss to lose you and you will always be the GREATEST.
When you fall, I will become a flower to help you. Tell you, fall to once is not terrible, as long as you do not repeat the same mistake, success is not far from you.
When you encounter difficulties, I will become a flower to rescue you. Tell you that difficulties are stepping stones for the brave, use it and make yourself brave!
I would like to become a flower, when others need me is I come.
I want to become a flower, with my efforts in exchange for your smile.
I will become a flower and come to sow the seeds of love everywhere.
Let us all be a flower and make this world full of love and smiles so that the world becomes colorful.
Believe in yourself, we are all flowers.
4. Compare yourself to a grass Write an essay with the title Waiting for a rainThe sun shines on me, the raindrops moisturize me, and the wind caresses me ...... I'm a grass, and I'm thriving and giving selflessly.
The vibrant spring came, after the spring rain moisturized, I poked my head out, I stretched out, rubbed my eyes, began to thrive. My companions and I grew more and more lush, into a thick carpet. I also grew more and more green, like a flawless jasper. I am the messenger of spring, I was the first to bring the greenness to everyone, to bring the message of spring to everyone. I stood on the land in high spirits and looked at everything outside. Soon after, the flower sister also bloomed a smile, people look at the flowers, smell the flowers, praise the flowers, I accompanied but no one came to see me. However, I am an optimistic grass, I know that people will one day find my beauty.
The hot summer came, it was my most beautiful youth, I became more spiritual, I was full of life. My long green hair swayed in the wind. Look, the lively boys were playing soccer on me and my friends, and we became the most comfortable mat for them. They were kicking feverishly, and their sweat fell in strings, crackling down on me like pearls on a broken string, making a beautiful note. Kick tired, they will lie down to take a rest, then I will give them a piece of cool, although I was kicked very painful, but looking at this group of mischievous children playing happily, I also smiled happily.
The golden autumn came, my life has been half, I began to gradually become yellow, withered, and not as spiritual as before. But before the end of life, I still serve people with 100 percent enthusiasm. In my free time, I would also chat with the bugs and help them find food for the winter. Suddenly, the autumn wind girl came and whispered to me, "Little grass, you have grown up and matured, you can leave your mother's embrace." When I heard this, I resolved to make some fertilizer, I would like to become fertilizer, feeding the big trees and small flowers, I want to use my life so that the big trees and small flowers will not be frozen to death in the winter.
The cold winter came, and the north wind lashed me, and the snow covered me. Although my hair is gone, only my body and a pair of cold feet stuck in the mud, I still stand proudly. Though I was shivering from the cold, I would never retreat. Although my life has come to an end, but I will never regret that I have become a small grass, I will not be sad, because I once also have had, beautiful I live is worthwhile. I look forward to the arrival of spring, I also firmly believe that the winter is coming, spring will be far away? How I hope that spring will come soon, because then I can take root again, grow strong, and start my beautiful life, serving people.
I am a grass, an inconspicuous grass; I am a grass, a strong and courageous grass; I am a grass, a life dedicated to people's grass; I am a grass, a grass, an optimistic, self-confident grass.
5. Essay about treating yourself as a plant,There are no flowery clothes on your body and no colorful hats on your head. When the spring girl came quietly, she gave me the turquoise dress to enjoy the warmth of spring in this fabulous environment.
I am a small grass, when the sun just showed up from the east, I was hanging a crystal pearl. At this time, the industrious little bee buzzed and sang and flew to me, saying, "Hello, little grass!" After a pause, the beautiful little butterflies fluttered and danced and flew to me as well, saying, "O little grass! Hello."
I am a small grass, when the rain is about to come, I closed my eyes, patiently waiting for the rain to give me a painful bath. After the downpour, my body is spotless, how easy, how comfortable ah! At this time, a group of naughty children came along and trampled all over me, but I didn't care a bit. I only heard a little child say, "How beautiful it is to walk on this little grass without grating your feet!" Listening to this sentence, I heart happy, happy straight to smile.
One day, a farmer uncle drove a group of sheep, that group of sheep saw me, and grabbed to eat up. I first felt a lot of pain on my body, thinking, this is over. But then I thought, do a small grass, is to let the sheep and cows eat well, why also afraid of pain? So I was eaten. After some days, I suddenly feel the body and some higher, I look, I can not believe their eyes, I grew up again, and higher than the original. At this time, I realized that as long as my roots were still there, I could still live. Suddenly, I saw the sheep driven by the farmer uncle again, those sheep's body seems to be much fatter than the original.
I am a small grass, a few bursts of autumn wind, the leaves slowly fall, I also gradually withered, a grandmother collected me and my companions together, sunshine in the yard. After some days, the grandmother put me into a basket and dumped me in the stove. I knew that my last moments were approaching, and I waited silently ......
I am a little grass, but how happy I am! Sacrificed myself, but brought benefits to others. Ability to serve the public and contribute to people, I feel proud and proud.
I am a pebble, I am also a member of nature.
I come from a high mountain. The mountain is full of green, green grass is soft, like a green blanket over me. There are also flowers on the mountain, colorful and varied, and a gust of wind blew, and my body was covered with the fragrance of flowers.
One day, the wind suddenly blew, thunderstorms, the sky was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers. The grass next to the brother, sister flowers are close to me, to seek temporary comfort. I heard a "crackling" sound, and suddenly felt a dizzy ......
When I woke up, I felt as if there is a gentle hand touching me, I opened my eyes and saw a strange world: there is no longer grass around, the sky is also blurred above. The sky above me was also blurred. I thought I was dreaming, so I muttered to myself in a daze, "What place is this?" "This is a small river at the foot of the mountain." A little fish that swam by heard it and said to me, "That storm was so loud just now that many things were 'moved' by the gale. Here, you are one of them. Welcome to us, and we'll be friends from now on! Have a nice life!" I heard this from the little fish and realized that I had been taken from the mountain to the creek by Grandfather Wind, and I was going to start my new life.
In the river, every day there are small fish and shrimp to accompany me, and I play with me, play with me; whenever it rains, the raindrops are playing a beautiful and beautiful music for us, after the performance, the rain is over, the rainbow in the sky under the sun's irradiation, the rainbow is hidden, she used the river as her mirror, combing and dressing up; whenever the night falls, I want to rest, the soft water grass to me as a quilt over the body, let me sleep beautifully. I'll be able to sleep through the night with a blanket over my body.
Now, I have changed from a rough, angular stone on the mountain to a smooth, crystal clear pebble, and it is nature that has changed me.
I am a member of nature, and I love nature, even if I am an insignificant pebble.
6. Compare yourself to any kind of thing, equivalent to the composition of borrowing things, but, is to write about yourselfPlum Blossom
I praise the steadfast pine and cypress, I praise the hedge chrysanthemum that bravely fights against the west wind, I praise the lotus flower's proudly look down on the sludge, but I praise the plum blossom's proudly snowy fury.
At the time of the fading of all flowers, only the plum blossom is alive and well. Facing the sky fluttering snowflakes, standing proudly in the bitter cold wind. Nine winter, the ground freezing cold, the snow and put the plum blossom, open so bright. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The flowers are white and red, the petals are lubricated and transparent, like amber platinum or jasper carving, a bit of ice and jade elegance. Some are as colorful as the sun, some are as white as snow, and some are as green as jasper. Plum blossoms bloom or have early and late, in the same plum tree, you can see the blossom of a variety of forms. Some shy to be released, pink buds tender and lovely; some just bloomed, there are a few small bees drilled in, greedily sucking pollen; some bloom for a long time, pink and tender petals if people love; the previous hot and lively open plum blossoms, now the petals to wither. Wind blowing flowers fall, you do not have to worry about the petals will fall broken, plum blossom is not a delicate flower, the more cold, the more the wind and snow pressure, it opens the more spirit, the more beautiful. Ancient people have a good saying: "sword sharpness from sharpening, plum blossom fragrance from the bitter cold." Blowing it is not the gentle spring wind, but the bitter cold wind; moisturize it is not cool and sweet rain, but the cold and aggressive snow and ice; shine it is not the brilliant sunshine, but a ray of sunshine in the cold. Only a life with challenges is a good life. It is a proud fragrance in the cold, and she smiles more brightly in the face of the snow that flutters like flakes. It never competes with the hundred flowers for the bright spring, and never show off its beauty, it has a set of pride, and never proud and arrogant. Whenever the cold winter morning, a distinctive charm, elegant fragrance from the window.
It is not only the elegant and handsome style so that ancient and modern poets and painters praise it, but also with its ice and jade bones, cold and fragrant is a metaphor for the essence of the nation for the world. Plum blossom with its noble, strong, modest character, to give people the will to inspire.
The color of plum blossoms is gorgeous but not demonic.
The fragrance of plum blossom is quiet and elegant.
Plum blossom posture, pale ancient and elegant.
Is it not our construction workers? They work hard at their jobs regardless of the cold and heat, regardless of the wind and rain, regardless of the freezing weather.
I want to study the plum blossom, I want to be a person like the plum blossom.
The cow
The cow is very common, but it is also very great.
The ox has a pair of horns on its head, long limbs, a strong body, and a long thin tail. Young and strong cows can pull the plow, cows can produce milk, cowhide can make shoes, beef can also eat. It can be seen everywhere in the countryside. The cow dedicates its life to people, but dies silently in a corner of the barn without asking for anything in return. No one will pay attention to the death of a cow, and even less will remember what it has done for us after it dies. This is how the cow is, born into the world in obscurity, and leaving in obscurity, but leaving a lot of things for people. But it never asks for anything, as long as there is a pile of hay and a cowshed is enough. Mr. Lu Xun once said, "Cross-eyed and cold, head down and willing to be a child's ox." The cow eats the grass, but milks the cow.
This silent cow reminds me of people like it in life. Farmers, factory workers, school teachers, they are like cows, working in obscurity, but do not seek much reward. And how can society continue to exist without them? Without farmers, people have no food and vegetables to eat; without workers, there are no skyscrapers; without teachers, students can not learn knowledge.
In the west, there are many such people. July 1, 2006, the Qinghai-Tibet Railway was opened, which reminds me of those volunteers who participated in the development of the west. They endured the freezing cold and the drought and floods to bring prosperity to the western part of the motherland. They persevered through so difficult things. Yet how much did they get in return? Don't we have such a spirit? In fact, as long as we work harder, everyone can be silent and selfless.
I respect the cow, it is diligent, hardworking, silent and selfless dedication to people. It can be compared with the pine tree and poplar; it can be the same with the "four gentlemen". I must learn the spirit of the cow!
7. Composition comparing oneself to somethingI am a small grass
No flower scent
No tree height
I am a small grass that no one knows about
--Title
I live in the endless prairie, with a head of a I live in an endless prairie, with a big tree at my head, and a clear river flowing slowly beside me. The sun is always so warm, and cool wind. I would go to bed every day after enjoying the night view of the grassland, and I loved this life. But one day, this life was broken, and human beings came.
What makes me happy is that I love those children, because they say I'm cute and I smell good. It makes me happy to see them happy. They are so innocent, they don't know what killing and cruelty is.
I looked forward to their arrival every day, but to my great disappointment, my expectations were met by a group of adults. They sat next to me and looked at a bunch of ugly white furry things with two curved horns and a long thing in their mouths that emitted a white cloud of smoke. From then on, it was no longer peaceful. My companion hissed from a short distance away.
Soon the river stopped making noise and lost its vigor. There was a stench of decay coming out of the river! I feel sad for the river. Grandpa Tree said that the river has been there since he was very young, but it has never been cut off, and now Grandpa Tree is thousands of years old.
After that, probably old! Leaves fell one by one, I asked grandpa why the leaves fell now and not in the fall. Grandpa said he was old and had to go. In the end, he went in our cry, is the life of the tree will also have an end?
My brothers are dead, my leaves are yellow, and my animal friends are gone, even though I don't like them. Everything is gone, only empty yellow land is left, the sun is beating down on me and I am thirsty! Where is the water? I'm thirsty
I'm going to die, I know I'm going to die, but I don't want to die of thirst. Let me take another look at Hizuru's companion in front of my eyes appeared again the river, the big tree, the blue sky, the blue grass my body is getting lighter and lighter, I flew up, flew to the blue sky, flew to the place of dreams, I shouted in the:
"Give me a piece of the blue sky; give me a big tree; give me a river; give me a dream place; give me the order to live once! "
Postscript: Humans should realize that nature is our friend!
8. Compare yourself to wheat, write a 350-word essay on growing upThis year's snow drift, next year's harvest is good.
Jiangnan three feet of snow, rice road ten rich years.
Winter snow eliminates four sides of the grass, the next year more fertilizer and less insect pests .
Snow half-soluble plus one ice, next year, pests a sweep empty.
The snow falls on a sunny day.
The snow is a sign of a good year, no snow to suffer.
The spring snowflakes are smoked with the fragrance of flowers! Otherwise, why would it be so fragrant?
The spring snowflakes are dyed with vanilla! Why else would it be so fragrant?
Spring snowflakes are made of honey! Why else would it be so sweet?
The snowflakes of spring are smoked with peach blossoms, colored with blue grass, and made of golden honey.
Wherever the snowflakes of spring fall, sweetness and fragrance grow, and green hope grows.
Snow, how lovely snow! So light and so quiet fall down, fall down, fall on the mountain peaks, fall on the fields, fall on the eaves; white mountains, white earth, white roofs, thousands of branches, thousands of crystal strips, become a silver coral in the silver sea.
The originator of Western glaciology, Tinto ear in his classical glaciology works, so that he described the snowflakes he saw on the peak of Roza: "These snowflakes ...... are all made up of small ice flowers, each of which has six petals, some of which are like the mountain soda flower to put out a beautiful small side tongue , some are round, some again arrow-shaped, or jagged, some are complete, and some are lattice-shaped, but none beyond the six-petal type.
As the saying goes, "Snow is a good omen." This is not a superstition, with full scientific basis. Cold winter snow can freeze part of the overwintering pests; snow water seeped deep into the soil, and can supply the needs of crop growth. This snow is very timely, will bring a good harvest of wheat next year. Experienced farmers compare snow to "wheat quilt", winter "quilt" cover the thicker, the spring wheat will grow better. So there is such a proverb: "winter wheat cover three layers of being, the next year pillow buns sleep."
I don't know when, it snowed, sitting in front of the window, gazing out the window for a long time. Rain falls on the ground, will make a sound, and the snow is quietly coming, it is as if it does not want to be in their own time by the people's attention, and go to the world to leave a piece of beauty, leaving a surprise and joy to the people. Snow, is so silent, selfless dedication ......
Snow, cold and white, like a sacred and inviolable goddess. Snow, drifting down from the sky, I reached out my hand, a snowflake fell in my palm, instantly melted, turned into a drop or two of small droplets of water, quietly lying in my hands. Gazing out the window, countless snowflakes are flying, dancing and singing. Who is it? Who are the feathers that fall down while waving their wings? Who is it? Who is the fluff that falls down while dressing?
The snow came and went in such a hurry. Until the evening, the snow stopped, the snow went away. Only saw the roof still snow, as if a layer of floating veil ...... Yes, the snow is gone, it came quietly, went noiselessly, leaving people just a piece of surprise: a child came out of the house and said: "ah, just now the snow ... ..."
Each piece of snow is a mirror, they reflect each other. Thus, an original world opened up.
On the day of falling snow, why does someone always have to travel far away.
The snow on the green pines makes the lonely traveler hear the sacred sound.
The man who swims in winter, does he ever think of bathing in the flames of light with snow! Crystalline shimmering land, yo, am I heading towards my afterlife, or back to my past life? I often meditate on the edges of this snow, the black and white that demarcates the boundaries for all journeys.
She said to me: don't dirty the snow. I was in a state of emotion all day.
The snow outside the window, kept falling on my paper, and I suddenly felt the emptiness of life. Spring flowers, fall and moon, did not make me stop, but this snow made me lost. I believe that the angel's wings are hidden in the snow, with the scientific microscope can only probe into a void. Flesh eyes snow trekking too long, will lead to snow blindness, only temporarily back to the red clay stove hut, warm a pot of wine.
I recognize that those messy flickering footprints on the snow are poetry; and the road that is stepped on to make it dull and boarded up is prose. The snow that falls on the trees is not grafted, but shaped. The world, draped in a veil of snow, finally appears in silhouette.
No one can change the speed of snowflakes falling. Only then can we make our feet, which are constantly accelerating due to greed, find their center of gravity.
The snow is still falling, like salt on my wounds. But I know that this pain is necessary.
The church of Bach looms in the endless drifting notes. And who will be in the snow, leaving the first line of footprints. Drawing back the curtains, the pang of light reminds me of human mornings.