1. Write a composition at the second grade of junior high school on the topic of "The Story of Spring", thank you, urgent
As the saying goes: A year's plan starts with spring, and a year's plan begins with spring. The plan for the day lies in the morning. Spring is like a beautiful girl. Wherever she walked, everything revived, flowers bloomed, birds chirped and flowers bloomed, and everything was full of vitality.
Spring is not as hot as summer; nor is it lifeless like autumn, with dead branches and leaves everywhere; nor is it as cold as winter. The spring girl is gentle, and the breeze blows like a gentle touch by a small hand, making people feel a little bit cool. The scenery in spring is the most beautiful. The mountain in spring is emerald green, looking from a distance, it looks like a giant emerald. The small trees that "live" on the mountain have lush branches and leaves. Walking into the dense jungle, you can also smell a fresh earthy smell, which makes people feel the breath of nature.
The rain in spring is even more beautiful. It is as fine as cow hair and spreads on the grass, on the woods and on the flowers. Gradually seep into the soil. "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently." Let them take root and sprout, adding vitality to spring. After the rain, the sun comes out and the air becomes fresher. The grass, trees and earth presented a dazzling scene, which was truly beautiful. Look, the light green grass, the green leaves... Such an attractive green, I think only a painter can depict it.
Maybe it was because it was so beautiful, or maybe it was intoxicated, the swallows on the tree couldn't help but sing a beautiful song "Chirp Chirp Chirp". At this time, Xiaohe also came to join in the fun and hummed "Hua La La, Hua...", forming such a beautiful and harmonious song. The breeze blew, and the grass swayed its tiny body gently, seeming to dance with them. Uncle Dashu also accompanied them with the sound of "rustling, rustling...".
Ah! You are the most moving in spring! You decorate the world with colorful green, and you dedicate your green to all things in the world. You are the source of life, you are the beginning of hope. "Where is spring? Where is spring? Spring is in the eyes of the children. There are red flowers here and green grass here..."
2. A 600-word narrative based on the story of spring. Composition
When spring brings her unique fresh green and comes like the sea, it is really intoxicating;
When spring brings her unique warmth and comes like a tide Sometimes, it can also make people die.
Spring is definitely a canvas soaked in the color of life.
Fresh green, tender green, bright green, emerald green, eyes full of green, gentle to our sight. There are also a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink, and a little bit of purple flashing like stars, which also surprise our eyes.
So, start walking in spring.
When I step on her soft soil, I realize that the hotbed of life can be so plain. As long as the old man of the season arrives, all the sleeping seeds can be nurtured here and give life a changing attitude.
Spring is definitely a picture full of the prosperity of life.
Whether it is breaking out of the ground or in bud; whether it is slowly stretching or slowly flowing; whether it is silent or whispering, as long as the old man of the season When the curtain of spring opens, they will use their own unique way to perform the magical vitality of nature here.
So, I started roaming in spring.
Covered in the soft spring light, let the slightly sweet wind pass by. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains the most touching tenderness. You will also feel that nature is a strange mother. She actually chose to give birth to all kinds of life at the end of winter, when everything is bleak, so that they can embrace each other and embrace each other in the most tender first ray of spring. Bring infinite vitality to the world.
Spring is also a gallery showing the magic of life.
You see, every kind of life has its own specific form, and each specific form contains specific life information. Whether they are tall or weak, they all have to go through the process of life and death, and there are also seasons of childishness and maturity. Whether it is eye-catching or unremarkable, they must follow that specific seasonal trajectory and complete a feat of life in their own specific living space.
Regardless of whether they are famous or not, whether they are born in a rich home or grow in barren sandy soil, all the things that sprout in spring use their own unique way and use up all their enthusiasm to compose their music. An ode to life.
This is spring. Because of the chorus of life that sprouts here, I really feel a magical beauty.
In a blink of an eye, the harsh winter has passed, and spring has quietly come to the world. Spring is a beautiful season, a season full of poetry; spring also means a vibrant beginning. Since ancient times, poets have loved spring and praised spring because it has pleasant scenery and can be included in poetry everywhere. Strolling through the Garden of Ancient Poetry, one can see the colorful and colorful Wing Chun poems, which are dizzying for the eyes. I picked a few at random and read them slowly, and I was intoxicated without even realizing it. 3. With the title of "The Story of Spring", write a narrative composition of about 700 words about junior high school.
I have experienced a lot of things, some were happy, and some were disappointed. Because I have experienced so many things, I have forgotten some things. What I have not forgotten is the story of spring.
Spring is the best season of the year. Isn’t there a saying that spring is the season of the year. In spring, willow trees sprout; flowers bloom; the grass gradually straightens, and the water in the river gradually melts. There is green everywhere.
Everything changes in spring. Some people give up their seats to the elderly on the bus. When crossing the road, some people help the elderly and the blind cross the road. Even the flowers and grass in the park are known to be cherished. Something happened to me this spring that deeply moved me. This makes me feel that spring is not only vibrant, but also more humane.
On the day after school, I was happily preparing to go home. At a road intersection on my way home, I saw a blind man. He also seemed to want to cross the street. At that time, it was still raining heavily. So I helped him across the road. Later, I wanted to send him home again, but it was raining so heavily. He didn't take an umbrella. So, he and I used an umbrella to send him home. When I was about to walk to his house, I saw an open manhole cover in front of me. So I helped him cross the well. As I walked over, he asked me why I let him go. I told him. As soon as the words left my mouth. He immediately turned around and walked towards the well.
When he arrived at the well, he touched the manhole cover with his hand. I also walked over, originally wanting to help him. But he disagreed. I said I was afraid of getting my hands dirty. He touched the manhole cover himself. He moved the heavy manhole cover vigorously with his hands. I saw this situation, how could I not help him, just because I was afraid of getting my hands dirty? So I worked hard with him to move the heavy manhole cover. At this time, it rained harder.
When we restored the manhole cover, we walked to his house together. He gave me a handkerchief and told me to wipe my hands clean. On the way back, he also said, if it was night, wouldn't it be unlucky for some people to go to that bad well?
I was touched by his spirit. As a blind person, he can still think about others all the time.
This is the story of that spring. This spring is not only beautiful, but also the people are better. This is a story that happened in spring. The big bright eyes of a little girl in the car were deeply "branded" In my heart, it is as beautiful as the buds of spring. That day was Sunday. I had nothing to do at home, so I decided to go to my grandma’s house to play with my cousin. Soon I arrived at the station. The weather was so sunny, the breath of spring was already strong, and the grass and trees had sprouted. The No. 4 bus came slowly from a distance as I waited and looked around. People swarmed up like hungry wolves seeing their prey. I managed to squeeze into the car in the crowded crowd. Just when I was about to take out money and put money in the coin box, a big uncle behind me pushed me aside. I was about to complain when a cunning idea came to me. In my mind: If I get on the bus without inserting coins, and there are so many people on the bus, no one will notice! With this kind of luck, I walked forward leisurely and walked to the back of the car. I thought happily in my heart: With this saved one yuan, I can play video games one more time. I am so "too smart." "Yes!"
At this time, from the crowd, a sweet voice of a four or five-year-old girl came: "Mom, give me one yuan and let me give you that square thing.
"Good daughter, be obedient. You are still young and don't need to pay me. Do you understand?" "When the little girl saw that her mother didn't listen to her, she played her trump card - she said coquettishly: "Mom, you can take the bus for free. If you don't give it to me, I will never pay attention to you again! "After saying that, the little girl pouted her mouth and looked angry. When the little girl's mother saw it, she quickly took out a coin from her pocket and gave it to the little girl. The little girl happily took it and threw the coin into the coin. Walking around. When I saw her, I couldn't help but look at her. She was wearing a bright red dress, like a flaming elf. She was wearing a pair of white leather shoes, which made her look even more childish. Look at her face. As white as Snow White, the big bright eyes embedded in her face were particularly eye-catching. When she got there, the little girl stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hand, and threw the coin in, making a few crisp sounds. The voice echoed in my ears for a long time and struck my heart. Alas! I am a sixth-grade student who has read so many books and understood so many principles, but I should not be as good as a four or five-year-old girl. So, without much thought, I took out a dollar from my bag, threw it in with a bang, and returned to my seat with peace of mind.
At this time, the car started, and I looked out the window. I saw the little trees waving to me, the little flowers smiling at me, and the grass nodding to me. Outside the window, the spring buds were so beautiful. 4. An essay on the theme of "The Story of Spring"
Spring. The story is getting closer, getting closer, I can hear the footsteps of spring.
The swallows are whispering, the geese are flying across the blue sky, and the gurgling water brings the message of spring. As if we had made an appointment in advance, the trees are blooming with new buds, the green grass is all over the hillside, and there is attractive green everywhere.
Close, close, I can hear the footsteps of spring and the geese. Skittering across the blue sky, the gurgling water brought the message of spring.
A touch of fresh green slipped out of nowhere, and then, as if it had been promised, the trees bloomed with new buds, green grass covered the hillside, and temptations were everywhere. Human green. It's true - spring is here.
One sunny day, I was walking alone on the street, and I unconsciously felt a little thirsty, so I strode to the cold drink shop. When I walked in, I hesitated a little. Everything in front of me reminded me... Last year, it was the same spring in March, and I was in the same cold drink shop, but I encountered something bitter.
That day, I hurriedly walked into this cold drink shop and asked for an ice cream. When I turned around to sit at the table, I accidentally bumped into the arms of an adult, and the ice cream got all over me. I was dumbfounded: "Right?" As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a sudden pain in my leg... My eyes were a little blurry, and I didn't want to say anything, so I just rushed out.
Today, a year later, I unexpectedly came here again. In order not to get into trouble, I ate the ice cream. I just wanted to leave here as quickly as possible, but the more I hurried, the more trouble I got. When I threw the empty box, it happened to hit someone's pants.
When the person turned around, I was stunned. Isn't this the person who kicked me last year? I closed my eyes. His eyes were just waiting to be kicked a few times, and his mind was left blank. "Yes - I'm sorry!" I muttered in my throat, and because of fear, even I couldn't hear the voice.
The man glanced at me - but I just felt that his eyes were not as fierce and scary as before. I only heard a funny saying: "It's nothing. Anyway, my pants are dirty. I should wash them but I'm too lazy to wash them. Now, thank you so much for forcing me to wash them! Don't be afraid, hahaha..." Did I hear it wrong? This doesn’t look like a dream! Yes, this is not a dream! I put down the "stone" in my heart and smiled happily.
I feel that this year's spring is particularly beautiful, because this year's spring really made me find something. Spring Story Grandpa Dong stroked his white beard, stretched, and went to bed.
Miss Chun came quietly with her beautiful long hair, green dress and bright smile. As soon as she appeared, Mother Earth's children immediately cheered.
The grass stood straight in rows, just like soldiers welcoming a review.
Uncle Tree said proudly: "Look at me!" Everyone turned around and saw that Uncle Tree seemed much younger now than when he saw him in the autumn. He was really handsome in his brand new green top and dark brown trousers.
At this time, a voice came from the east. It turned out to be Father Sun calling: "I'm freezing to death! I'm freezing to death! Winter is finally gone and spring is here." Did Mother Earth notice it? When the little flower came out, he said to everyone: "Where did the little flower go?" Everyone shouted desperately: "The flower comes out quickly, the flower comes out quickly..." But the flower couldn't hear it at all.
It turns out that Hua'er is still sleeping underground! Father-in-law Sun said: "I have a way!" So, the sun hid behind Uncle Wuyun, and Father-in-law Lei took out the big drum and beat it hard, boom... boom... boom, and the spring rain began to pour. The flower baby finally got up.
It said to everyone in embarrassment: "You are all thirsty just to call me! Let me bring you some groundwater to quench your thirst!" Uncle Dashu took a sip of the groundwater and said to everyone: "Wow! Ground water is a hundred times better than tap water, it’s so refreshing and refreshing!” After hearing what Uncle Shu said, everyone rushed to drink it. The little bird drank enough and sang: "Flowers, flowers are the most beautiful, wearing beautiful colorful clothes. Please bloom quickly! So that bees can come and collect nectar."
Flowers Sure enough it was open. Many bees come to collect nectar. Bees like flowers so much that when they collect nectar, they always secretly kiss the flowers and then collect nectar again.
A spring was spent like this. Brother Xia ran over quickly in a fiery red coat, sweating profusely. Miss Chun reluctantly said goodbye to everyone, "See you next year!" Spring Story I am already in the first grade of junior high school, and I have experienced a lot of things. I am happy. Yes, there are times when I feel lost.
Because I have experienced so many things, I have forgotten some things. What I have not forgotten is the story of spring.
Spring is the best season of the year. Isn’t there a saying that spring is the season of the year. In spring, willow trees sprout; flowers bloom; the grass gradually straightens, and the water in the river gradually melts.
There is green everywhere. Everything changes in spring. Some people give up their seats to the elderly on buses. When crossing the road, some people help the elderly and blind people cross the road.
Even the flowers and grass in the park are known to be cherished. Something happened to me this spring that deeply moved me.
This makes me feel that spring is not only vibrant, but also more humane. On the day after school, I was happily preparing to go home. At a road intersection on my way home, I saw a blind man.
He also seemed to want to cross the street. At that time, it was still raining heavily.
So I helped him across the road. Later, I wanted to send him home again, but it was raining so heavily.
He didn't take an umbrella. So, he and I used an umbrella to send him home.
When I was about to walk to his house, I saw an open manhole cover in front of me. So I helped him cross the well. When I walked over, he asked me why I let him go.
I told him. As soon as the words left my mouth.
He immediately turned around and walked towards the well. When he arrived at the well, he touched the manhole cover with his hand.
I also walked over, originally to help him. But he disagreed.
I said I was afraid of getting my hands dirty. He touched the manhole cover himself.
Use your hands to move the heavy manhole cover vigorously. I saw this situation, how could I not help him, just because I was afraid of getting my hands dirty? So he and I moved the heavy manhole cover vigorously.
At this time, the rain fell harder. When we restored the manhole cover, we walked back to his house together.
He gave me a handkerchief and said he wanted me to wipe my hands clean. On the way back to him. 5. Use the story of spring as the title to write about your findings and feelings
The story of spring
Spring is when the willow trees put on new green clothes and dance gracefully in the wind; Spring is when a few light swallows fly over the bridge, and they sing spring together; spring is when the grass sways heartily in the wind.
As the calendar turns over one by one, the footsteps of spring are getting closer and closer to us. I don’t know when, spring comes to us quietly.
Walking on the street, a breeze blows across your face, making you feel warm and heart-warming. The bright sunshine shines on your face, giving you a comfortable feeling. Everything around you They all shone with golden light, as if they brought me into that dreamlike realm. The trees also sprouted new buds, which were dazzling green and transparent. It was not a vigorous green or a dense green, but a kind of emerald green full of vitality. The grass seemed to have woken up. It gently rubbed its eyes and cheered up, preparing to welcome another spring.
The sky is so blue. Looking up at the sky, the sky is blue, giving people an infinitely fresh feeling. However, if there is only blue sky, it will feel monotonous, so there are those flawless white tracts. clouds. The clouds have countless shapes, sometimes like pieces of fish scales, sometimes like groups of sweet marshmallows. The pure sky and white clouds combine to form an extremely beautiful picture. The occasional swallow or two flying by makes the picture show dynamic beauty. When else can we see such a beautiful scene except in spring?
Spring pleases people's eyes with her unique characteristics. Spring is a season full of vitality. Everything in front of you comes alive. Everything in the world is full of new hope and glows with infinite vitality.
I only love spring rain. It is neither as torrential as summer rain nor as lingering as autumn rain. It is warm and full of vitality, like silver needles inserted into the ground. There is something special about sitting in front of the window and watching the rain. Watching the rain fall on the ground and listening to the ticking sound, my inner world became quieter, so I went for a walk in the rain. Suddenly I smelled the The fragrance of apricot blossoms, this is really "the small building listened to the wind and rain last night, and the apricot blossoms are sold in the deep alley tomorrow"!
Spring is so beautiful, sentimental, and unforgettable. But after spring passes, the next year will be a different spring. So, now let us feel this beauty with our heart and love. Come spring! 6. An article titled "Spring, a Beautiful Story"
In a blink of an eye, the harsh winter has passed, and spring has quietly come to the world.
Spring is a beautiful season, a season full of poetry; spring also means a vibrant beginning. Since ancient times, poets have loved spring and praised spring because it has pleasant scenery and can be included in poetry everywhere.
Strolling through the Garden of Ancient Poems, you can see the colorful and colorful Wing Chun poems, which are dizzying for your eyes. You can pick a few at random and read them slowly, and you will be intoxicated without realizing it. "Light thunder falls on thousands of silk threads overnight, and the lightning flashes on the floating tiles are jagged.
The loving peonies contain spring tears, and the powerless roses lie on the dawn branches." This is "Spring Day" by Qin Guan, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty.
This poem describes the spring scene after the rain. Look, it rains in the courtyard, the morning mist is thin, the green tiles are crystal clear, and the spring scenery is bright; the peonies are filled with tears in the rain, and the tenderness is affectionate, and the roses are lying on the branches and vines, delicate and charming.
Here there are close-ups and distant views, movement and stillness, emotion and posture, randomly colored and scattered. The whole poem is full of thoughts and vivid descriptions, and has a fresh and graceful charm, which is very endearing.
"When the morning comes, there are songbirds in the trees in the garden, and the red and green colors support the spring in the distant forest. Suddenly a good poem comes to my eyes, and the arrangement of syntax is hard to find."
This is " "Spring". This poem describes the scene of a spring morning.
My ears are filled with the chirping of birds, my eyes are filled with green branches, green and red supporting each other, and the fragrance is alluring. With just a few strokes, the poet showed a picture of spring in front of the readers. Then, the poet simply stopped writing, no longer describing the spring scenery, and turned to expressing emotions.
The spirit of spring is strong and inspiration comes suddenly, but the strange poet uses the evasion word "hard to find" to induce readers to feel the spirit of spring on their own. This method of coexistence of virtuality and reality leaves a great impression on the readers. imagination space. "The distant eyes follow the sky, and the setting sun shines on the trees.
Where do dogs know how to bark? People are walking in the middle of the mountain." This is "Spring Day" by Yang Wanli, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty.
This poem describes the scene of spring evening. The setting sun covers the trees, the green space meets the sky, dogs bark happily, and people come home late.
This poem is naturally appropriate, seeing cleverness in the commonplace, and surprising things in the ordinary, bringing readers into a panoramic atmosphere of spring, where there is the beauty of the spring realm, the splendor of the colors of spring, and the taste of spring. It is strong and harmonious with the sound of spring. When you are in it, people will open their minds and sing happily.
"The spring water is the first time for swallows to fly, and wasps with their little tails to flutter on the flowers return.
The window contains distant colors leading to the book cover, and the fish hold fragrant hooks close to the rocks." This is "South Garden" by Li He, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
Spring in Nanyuan is full of vitality and interest. The spring water is beginning to emerge, the swallows are beginning to fly, the bees are gathering flowers to make nectar, and the fish are clinging to hooks for food. These are all scenes that are very characteristic of spring, and the distant view directly into the study through the window makes people feel comfortable and happy.
This poem is vivid and expressive, refreshing and refreshing to read. "A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east side of the bridge.
My clothes are wet with apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind is not cold on my face." This is "quatrains" written by Zhinan, a monk in the Southern Song Dynasty. .
This is a quatrain describing a spring outing. The bright spring scenery aroused the monks' interest in traveling, so they walked out of the temple to enjoy the spring scenery.
Driving a small awning boat for a trip, moored the boat under an old tree, and walked east of the bridge leaning on a quinoa stick. Although the narrative is straightforward, there is a small boat moored in the shade of ancient trees. This scene is very elegant and simple, quite like an ancient Chinese literati painting.
The last two sentences accurately and concisely express the beautiful and pleasant scene of spring with apricot blossoms in full bloom, light rain falling, willows fluttering, and the warm east wind. They are famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages. This poem brings together emotions and scenery, and harmonizes objects and hearts. The poet captures the characteristics of the spring breeze and spring rain, and with a little exaggeration, reveals his inner joy and love for nature.
"The grass is long and orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are blowing in the dike and drunk with the spring smoke. Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind."
This is Gao Ding, a poet of the Qing Dynasty. "Village House". The first and second sentences describe the nature in spring specifically and vividly, and describe the bright and charming scenery unique to the countryside in spring. In February, the spring is bright, the grass grows and orioles fly, and the willows brush the bank with their long branches. It seems that I am intoxicated by the beautiful spring scenery.
The three or four sentences describe the vivid scene of a group of lively children flying kites in the beautiful spring scenery. Their laughter and laughter make spring more vibrant. The writing of this poem is clear and the words are concise.
The whole poem is filled with cheerful emotions, infecting readers with beautiful emotions. "The creek is full of greenery, and the light rain turns the shallow sand on the ground.
The geese and ducks don't know the end of spring, and compete with the flowing water to catch the peach blossoms." This is "Spring Day" by Chao Chongzhi, a poet of the Song Dynasty.
This is a poem about spring that embodies feelings and scenery. There are four lines in the poem and four scenes: the stream is clear and clean, the drizzle is pouring over the trees, the geese and ducks are playing, and the peach blossoms are chasing the water. The picture is very vivid, as vivid as the present, and it makes people leisurely and fascinated.
The poet uses the scene of geese and ducks "taking advantage of the peach blossoms" to express his emotions. Spring has gone, and the geese and ducks don't know it, so they chase each other happily and carefree. But people are different. They know that spring is coming, and they Knowing that spring is gone, although fallen flowers can be chased, time cannot be returned. The poet's feelings of cherishing spring are beyond words. There are many ancient poems in this article that are very poetic for the article. In the desolate and monotonous winter, I am always looking forward to spring. I hope that her grass will grow with orioles flying, and the silk ribbons will flutter the embankments. I hope that her thousands of trees and flowers will ripple on the blue waves (yi). I hope that her orchids and cypresses will moisten everything like crisp. I hope that her spring garden will be full of flowers, and the fall of red will be like a flower. rain.
Now, spring has arrived. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Throughout the ages, people have used almost all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring.
Spring brings vitality and hope to people. Spring warms the heart and spleen, "My clothes are wet with the rain of apricot blossoms, and the wind from the willows blows on my face without chilling."
Spring is fleeting, "The flowers in the forest have faded the spring reds, it's too hasty." So. "There are flowers that can be broken, but they must be broken. Don't wait for the flowers to fall and break the branches."
Spring, cool and moist, "The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not close." Spring, in the wine The fragrance floats, "May I ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance."
Spring, the soul is haunted by dreams, "Where does spring go? I am lonely and have no way to go. If anyone knows where spring goes, call me to come back." Stay. ”
… The warm spring breeze is coming. It is like an innocent and lively little girl, carrying a colorful magic pen and drawing happily everywhere.
The spring breeze flew over the earth, and the earth turned into a fresh picture: new shoots sprouted stubbornly on the stubble of grass and trees that had been harvested by people. Without artificial cultivation, they grow in the spring breeze.
The earth has turned green, setting off red, white, yellow, purple... colorful wild flowers, how beautiful! When the spring breeze blows, the fresh scent of flowers and plants penetrates directly into people's hearts. No matter who they are, they will take a deep breath and feel as comfortable as drinking nectar. How cool! After the rain, the sky clears, the sun passes through the rainbow, and the endless rays of light shine on the spring earth, and everything on the earth is full of vitality. 7. Chinese composition: Write an essay of about 500 words on the topic of "The Story of Spring"
Miss Spring's skirts have spread all over the country. She has awakened the sleeping earth, flowers and trees, And the little elf animals.
In the garden of the earth, the chirping of birds and the colorful flowers and trees play a harmonious movement. On weekends, I take off my burdens and the pressure of studying, and drive to the countryside with my family for a walk, picnic, and get close to nature and feel it.
How pleasant it is to enjoy the beauty given by nature. I was walking alone on the path in the countryside. The branches had sprouted fresh buds. The small green leaves were like newborn babies in need of all kinds of care, and the spring girl was like a mother sending a warm breeze.
The grass has also sprouted a "little head" from the ground, and it is looking for its little friend. Birds soar freely in the blue sky, sending spring news to people from time to time: "Spring is coming! Spring is coming!" Everything in the world is showing a beautiful picture to people, when I am intoxicated by this beautiful scenery Suddenly, I found a small grass in the crack of the stone. It also poked out its "head". Although it was not very tall, it gave me a feeling of vigor and vitality. It was more vigorous than The grass growing on the flat ground works harder because it has to break through many obstacles to prove its existence to people.
Although it can only bring a little green to spring, and although it will soon be trampled by cattle and sheep or wither, it still uses its existence to tell people that spring is coming and complete its mission. A plant’s mission. Can we compare to this little grass? In the vast sea of ????people, there are no elites or talents. As an ordinary person, it is impossible to be perfect. The so-called ordinary people do ordinary things and use their own existence to complete their missions. Like this little grass, they work hard. It won’t bloom purple flowers, but it will also add vitality.