In our daily study, work and life, everyone has written compositions, and we must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Writing compositions can exercise our habit of being alone, calm down and think about ourselves. future directions. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is a 300-word essay on a small grass that I compiled for everyone for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Essay on a Grass, 300 words 1
I am a grass... ah no, it is a grass seed. I thought it would be very easy to grow up, but I have encountered so many hardships...
I said that I am not a real grass yet, because I am still growing up. Now is the spring full of vitality. After a few months, I gradually poked my head out. Oh, it’s raining. I’ve been thirsty to death these days. I tried my best to absorb the water in the soil. The taller I grew. , finally, I grew into a real grass.
Summer is here, the soil is very dry, and I feel trembling all over. I endure the dry soil and stand strong here. "Hey! Brother, don't step on me!" But he couldn't hear my cry at all. I was so pressed that I couldn't straighten my back. I felt like I was hopeless...
"I finally survived. It’s summer, but autumn is better. The temperature is just right and the air is moist.” As soon as I finished speaking, a lot of leaves fell on me. "Uh... pretend I didn't say it, everyone, it's not a good place for you to land, you have to land here!" They can't hear, haha, do you think I can't bear your weight? I tried my best to straighten my body, and just like that, I survived for a few more months.
In the saddest winter, a pile of snow buried me, so I huddled in the dirt. Do you think I've given up? Wrong, next spring, you will see a lively grass again. Essay on a Little Grass 300 words 2
I am a little grass, a happy little grass. I grew up under the bath of Father Sun and Aunt Chunyu. Look, I am enjoying the sunshine now. The sun is warm and it feels so comfortable when it shines on me!
At this time, a big foot stepped on me. It really hurt! I know that those are human feet. They live on the earth like me. I was stepped on until I was about to die. Fortunately, at this time, Granny Feng ran over and helped me straighten my back. A few days later, a few more big feet stepped on me. At this time, I thought: It would be great if a big road was opened here! A few days later, a bulldozer came over and tried to uproot us. Only a few fellow victims and I managed to escape. The bulldozers drove away, and the lush green lawn was now a pockmarked wilderness. Standing alone in this wilderness, I couldn't help but think of my former brothers.
Time is passing ruthlessly, and the calendars in people's hands are turning over one by one. Autumn is here, and the end of my life is coming soon. My green clothes have turned yellow in the rings of the years, and my youthful face has also shown its vicissitudes in the ruthless years. I'm dying. A gust of cold wind blew by, and I shivered with cold, as if if there was another gust of wind, I would turn into a wisp of smoke, but I did not shed tears because of this. "The grass on the original plain wilts and blooms with each passing year. The wildfire cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows." I believe that next spring, where I turned into soil, there will be another small grass blooming with charming flowers. Brilliance! Essay on a Grass, 300 words 3
I am a green grass, I don’t have the fragrance of flowers, and I am not as tall as a tree, but I have tenacious vitality.
Spring is here, I stretched out and slowly emerged from the ground, and saw this beautiful world, and I smiled. Because of the sunshine and the nourishment of spring rain, I thrive. Slowly, I grow up, and I have more and more friends. We hold our heads high and welcome the beautiful spring girl. The spring breeze blows, and we become greener. My little friend and I happily feel this beautiful world.
In the summer, the strong wind came and blew us around.
Sometimes, it rains heavily and we are drowned by the merciless heavy rain, but we are not discouraged and we remain strong and strong. After the rain and the sky cleared, we were extraordinarily green. We grew stronger again and became dark green. We are so happy, we are growing with the flowers.
Autumn is coming, and I am getting older. I take off my green coat and put on yellow clothes. The autumn wind makes me wither.
In winter, heavy snow covered me, and I returned to the ground, waiting for the arrival of spring next year.
I am just a grass with tenacious vitality, just like the song says: "I have no fragrance of flowers, no height of trees, but I have an endless life." Essay on a Grass 300 Word 4
Once upon a time, there was a small grass on the hillside. It was always downcast and unhappy every year. One year, the spring breeze girl saw this small grass with its head down and asked it: "Why are you doing this?" Are you always lamenting and sighing? "
"Hey, we are the same every year. We grow dry and dry, and we grow and dry again. It is the same every year. Where can we find happiness?" said Xiaocao. .
"How can you think like this? There are changes every day or even every second. On the first day, you will find that the small tree has grown tender buds; on the second day, you will find that You have grown taller; on the third day, you will find another little flower blooming with a bright smile... In short, every day has a unique beauty," said the spring breeze girl with a smile.
The grass slowly raised its head and saw the beauty of this world: the sky is so blue, the flowers are so fragrant, the sunshine is so warm...
Spring passed in the blink of an eye and ushered in It was a hot summer day, and the hillside was green, and every blade of grass stood straight up. Several children came over and saw such a beautiful hillside, and exclaimed: "Why is it so beautiful!" After that, they played on the lawn. , the sound of playing and laughter filled the entire hillside.
If you believe in yourself, you will get endless happiness. Essay on a Grass, 300 words 5
I am a grass, a grass growing next to a stone.
I think back then, when I was still a seed, I lived in the soil for two weeks. Just when I was about to unearth it, I found that I couldn’t drill anymore! Huh? I heard from other brothers that it was easy to go out, even my "old buddies" said the same. But why hasn't it come out after all the effort? Could it be that they were joking with me? No matter what, get out first, and then "settle accounts" with them one by one!
I'm going up! up! Up again! Huh-huh-huh- finally I saw a little light. I crawled over and it was close! Close! Close! At this critical moment, wow! I finally got out. At this moment, a ray of sunshine shone on my body, and I felt a warm current embrace me.
Now, most of my body is under that "something". I want to grow taller and see what is pressing me down.
Three days have passed. The grass grows relatively quickly, and it suddenly grows to twenty centimeters, but the "something" is thirty centimeters! I can't be a "person who sawed off his legs", I want to become "Yao Ming in the grass"!
On the sixth day after the "thing" came out, I actually grew to 40 centimeters, and I could already see clearly what the "something" was. It turns out that it's just a rock! When I saw this, I became furious, which really made me angry. However, I have defeated him!
I am a grass, a grass next to a stone! I hope I can continue to grow up despite the rain and dew! Essay on a Grass, 300 words 6
If I were a grass, I would show my desire for life. In the morning, I will be the first to absorb the sweet rain and dew, and I will also be the first to quietly wait for the recovery of all things. Whenever the last ray of the setting sun dissipates, I will also recall the beauty of the morning, because I still remember my infinite desire for life...
If I were a grass, I would Let people see my respect for life.
In autumn, a wildfire burned the bodies of me and my companions, but even if the wildfire burns, what will never be erased is our praise and love for life and the beautiful life. When the flowers are red and the willows are green next year, you can still see our figures, because we are small and humble, but no matter how heavy the pressure of life is, it will not crush our respect for life.
If I were a grass, I would carry forward our extremely strong spirit. In the face of heavy blows, we still stand tall; in the face of hardships, we never flinch; in the face of severe cold, we remain green, this is grass, ordinary grass. What is strong? Being strong means not giving up, because we all know that if we give up, we will definitely fail. Only by hard work can we succeed. This is our strength.
If I were a grass, I would be willing to contribute silently. Look! The flowers in the park are so beautiful. But while looking at the flowers, have you also looked at the grass next to them? You think, if there are only blooming flowers without green leaves, no matter how beautiful the flowers are, they will be ordinary. But with grass, no matter how ordinary flowers are, they will not look thin. I am willing to sacrifice for that strange beauty. Essay on a Grass, 300 words 7
If I were a grass, I would be a little girl who loves fantasy. Sometimes I think of myself as a little bird, and sometimes I think of myself as a big tree... But, I think: How great would it be if I were a grass!
If I were a grass, I would definitely absorb more nutrients and make the green clothes on my body greener and tenderer. Come and make the city more beautiful and make the Chinese home a big green family.
If I were a grass, I would definitely absorb more of the essence of the sun, so that the owner’s garden would be as charming and spring-like all year round!
If I am a grass, and I will definitely turn the prairie into a piece of green, so that the little animals can rest comfortably; let the children on the border happily fly kites and play games on my body.
If I were a grass, I would definitely work together with the big tree brothers and flower sisters to beautify the environment.
Although I am an unknown grass, I will not feel weak because I am laughed at and ridiculed by others. Because I know there are many losers who have said: "If you stand up after failure, it means you have not lost; if you fail and feel downcast, it means you have lost." So, I must be strong and unyielding! Whether it is a grass or a person, as long as you face all difficulties in life bravely, you will be able to succeed in the future.
How wonderful it would be if I were a grass! Essay on a Grass 300 words 8
Some people like roses, some like lilies, some like lotus, But I like the inconspicuous grass on the roadside.
In spring, grass pokes its head out of the ground and runs around where there is soil. A breeze blew by, and he and his friends danced happily.
Summer is the season with the most storms. Every time a storm comes, the flowers on the roadside are always blown.
The grass is in pieces, but Xiaocao holds its head high, as if to say, "No matter how hard you do it, I will never bow to you." After the storm, the grass seemed more energetic.
In autumn, the weather is getting cooler. A cool breeze blew, the grass put on a golden dress, and the earth was dyed golden. Looking from a distance, it looks like a golden ocean, so beautiful!
In winter, the roots of the grass penetrate deeply into the soil, nestling tightly in the arms of Mother Earth, gathering strength and waiting for the arrival of the next spring. This reminds me of the poem "Wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows it again".
No matter in the park, beside the road, in the field, on the hillside, or in the cracks of rocks, we can see the figure of grass.
I like Xiaocao and his indomitable vitality.
Essay on a Grass, 300 words 9
An ordinary seed sprouted into a small, fluffy grass with egg-like leaves.
The next day, the grass dug up hard and grew an inch of slippery, thin stems. It absorbed a lot of water and nutrients, making itself thicker and stronger.
Just when it was growing up, a small insect climbed up and bit it. At that moment, I seemed to hear its cry. But, I didn't help it. Because I know that if it does not go through this difficulty, the fruits it will bear in the future will not be full and sweet.
After it got through the difficulties, it was already completely covered with skin. But it is still trying to grow. Finally, one morning, it blossomed and grew a big, red strawberry, the first strawberry of its own.
The strawberries are small but red. Moreover, it is a strawberry that has no pesticides and has been tested by bugs. When you bite it, the sweet and sour juice flows into your mouth, and any worries are gone.
You said, how difficult it is to transform from a grass to a strawberry! Essay on a Grass, 300 words 10
I am a grass that no one knows about. I have no bright clothes, no red corolla, only the green clothes given to me by the spring girl. I live next to a muddy path, and my life is carefree. Whenever it rains heavily, the big tree uncle protects us from the rain, but we are soaked in the rain. Moreover, the ground we live on is spotless, and we breathe fresh air all day long, which is comfortable. Awesome.
However, human beings' new technologies are becoming more and more developed day by day. The muddy paths have turned into wide roads, and the mud houses have turned into skyscrapers. Human beings are increasingly neglecting the environment, deforestation indiscriminately, and cutting down all the big trees. Without the protection of the big trees, everywhere is bare, and we have also lost the big umbrellas that protect us from the sun and rain. It is really miserable. Because the thick smoke emitted by the factory made us breathe pungent exhaust gas, and the rain in the sky was acid rain, which almost made me wither; and the small river more than two miles away from here used to be crystal clear, but now it is due to the wastewater discharged by the factory. It was polluted, and there was a stinky smell everywhere that could be smelled more than two miles away; the exhaust fumes emitted by the cars made me very uncomfortable and covered my body with dust.
I hope mankind will reflect on it! Stop destroying the environment. Destroying the environment is equivalent to destroying your own home. Essay on a Grass, 300 words 11
I am a tenacious grass, but I am sleeping underground. I'm waiting for Miss Chun to wake me up. I play games with my good friends down there, and I can see frogs hibernating.
I have a green body and a pointed head. I have no hands or feet. Spring is here, and I have just sprouted a little, and I am thinking: "Am I one year older again? What should I do to celebrate?" I look around happily and look forward to people coming to me every day. Play.
Summer is here, and the summer storm is here. I am growing up little by little, and I will not give up no matter how heavy the rain is. I thought to myself: "If it rains, will I grow up?" So I stood in the wind and rain without fear, raised my head and chest, and was not afraid of the wind and rain. After the rain, the sky cleared, and I found that I had really grown taller. I danced happily.
Autumn is here, and I put on golden clothes. I see that the flowers in the fields are withering and the fruits on the trees are ripe. Farmers pick apples from the trees. Autumn is a harvest season. Look, the farmer uncles are going up and down, very tired, but they are not afraid of being tired, and they still have bright smiles on their faces, which is the joy of a good harvest. I want to be as strong as a farmer and face everything optimistically.
When winter comes, I go back to the place where I came out, crawl into the ground, and wait for the spring girl to come. At this time, I watched others having snowball fights, skating, and skiing on the snow. I thought to myself: "I want to play too! But I can't move. Just wait for next year!" Essay on a Grass, 300 words 12
I am a grass, don't think I am ordinary. , but I have different experiences throughout the year.
Spring is here, and I poked my head out of the soft, moist soil. Wow--! Children playing, old people taking a walk, everything is very novel. At this time, I turned around, and a tall and strong tree stood in front of me. This is really high! If only I could grow that tall. Suddenly, an old gardener came and poured clear water on me. I smelled the fragrance of flowers again. I worked hard to grow, and the leaves gradually grew bigger, like a little ant's parasol.
Summer is coming and my leaves are getting greener. Some children accidentally stepped on my head. It really hurt! Of course, there are also children who fertilize and water me. The sun is scorching hot, and fewer and fewer people water me every day. I'm thinking all the time: Just hold on for a little longer!
It didn’t take long for autumn to come. Pieces of golden leaves dance like butterflies. My old friend Dashu's hair turned golden. It looks so beautiful like that! Slowly, there were more and more fallen leaves, and my head was tightly covered by the leaves. A gust of wind blew away the leaves on my head, and I felt a chill.
Uncle Dong came from afar, and the snowflakes fell like paratroopers. I used the fluffy white snow as a quilt and fell asleep.
I only hope that next spring will be better than this year. Essay on a Grass, 300 words 13
When the morning sun blows across the earth with the spring breeze, I wake up and sneak out of the soil, with the expectation of new life and the fragrance of the soil, enjoying myself Enjoying the nourishment of spring rain.
In summer, my body is already covered with crystal dewdrops, and butterflies fly past me, telling me the joy of turning from cocoon to butterfly. The low-flying dragonflies tell me that it is a sunny day today. In this vast grassland, I was so small compared to a big tree next to me, and so monotonous compared to the colorful flowers. I kept my head down all day, feeling a little inferior and depressed.
In autumn, my body gradually withers and turns yellow. This makes me envious of the tall and tall trees and beautiful flowers. Due to the continuous dry weather, one day, a fire broke out. After one night, it was desolate. , only ashes remain.
I couldn’t see the outside world, so I could only carry it under the earth for a whole winter.
It was another early spring, and I struggled a lot to get out of the earth. Layer, I was stunned, where is the big tree next to me? Looking at the fallen tree in the grass, I stared quietly for a long time.
I am not the fragrant jasmine, the elegant clivia, nor the bright red rose, nor the tall pine tree. I am just a small grass, a small grass with only a weak and tender green body. I will no longer feel inferior to myself, because I am also a small grass that cannot be burned by wild fire and grows again in the spring breeze. I am so small that I will no longer feel inferior. I have perseverance and am not afraid of wind and rain, severe winters or hot summers. I am small, but I can still dye the entire continent green! The whole earth! A Grass Essay 300 Words 14
If I were a grass, when I was still a seed and sleeping in the winter, the wind would squeeze in from the cracks in the mud and whisper in my ears. Bian murmured, bringing me the message of spring. So, I opened my sleepy eyes and felt an incredible power sprouting in my body. My body gradually rose, and a network of things quickly grew under my feet - huge roots, which penetrated deeply into the thick soil. . I kept drilling upward until I finally saw the light ahead.
This place turned out to be a grassland, a strange and beautiful place. I shook off the soil on my body and found that I had transformed from a seed into a tender green grass. I was excited, I cheered, I danced gracefully, the wind, this good partner also accompanied me. At this time, I don’t know who played the "serenade", and for a while, we were intoxicated in the wonderful orchestra pit...
If I were a grass, I would hone myself in the raging storm and make me grow greener and stronger. No matter at any time, I would be so tall and tall, never bowing to difficulties.
We are just a group of small grasses, not as tall as trees, nor as fragrant as flowers. Although this is the case, we live thick and strong. We cover the earth with green clothes and beautify the world. We remove harmful substances from the air and breathe out fresh oxygen. We dedicate silently until we fall asleep again...
If I were a grass, I would devote my life to dedicating myself to the earth, because - this is the mission of grass. Essay on a Grass, 300 words 15
I am a grass, not as beautiful as a flower, not as tall as a tree. But I am a member of nature and can embellish this beautiful nature, so I am happy.
When the spring girl came, many beautiful flowers had not even poked their heads out, so I stuck out my head naughtily. ah! How beautiful and magical nature is! I saw the clear blue sky, the clear river, the thick trees, and the rolling mountains. Although I am still so weak and petite. But I still came to this wonderful world despite the cold.
The midsummer storm knocked me around. After the rain passed and the sky cleared, I still raised my head, straightened my chest, and smiled at the sun. After being washed by the rain, I became stronger, greener and more cute. I've grown up! I feel extremely happy and delighted. It's late autumn and I feel so cold. But I let the wind and rain blow. I know I'm going to wither, but I'm never disappointed or sad. Because we are accumulating strength to be more prosperous next year. It is precisely because "the grass in the original land wilts and grows every year. Wildfires cannot burn it out, but the spring breeze blows and grows again." I quietly entered "hibernation".
Although I am just a little grass, I have tenacious vitality. It is also my "honor" to be able to add a splendor to nature.