Chapter 1: I love the grass in early spring. Under the call of spring, grass quietly emerged from crevices, cliffs and ridges. They live in the wind, sleep in beds and grow up day by day. At the moment, people are sightseeing among colorful flowers, and few people care about this nameless grass. The grass is neither sad nor jealous. It held its head high and sang its own song: "Without the fragrance of flowers and the height of trees, I am an unknown grass, never lonely, never troubled, Lalalala ..."
One night, it was very cold, the wind was whistling and it was raining. The next day, as soon as I went out, I was shocked by what I saw! Those flowers that are usually cared for are swept away and become scarred and unkempt.
I was feeling sorry for myself when I suddenly found some green grass in the gap between the brick seam and the edge of the stone road. Surprised, I leaned down and looked at the grass carefully: the green leaves stood upright like a sword, and the crystal drops on the leaves shone with colorful light. The grass seems to say, "I'm not afraid of storms!" " "
I picked up a handful of dirt to cover its bare roots, but I was surprised to find that its fibrous roots were long and dense, several times more than trunks and leaves. I know! The reason why it can live an optimistic life is because its roots are deeply rooted in the soil. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze." Yes, the grass looks petite and weak, but its endless life has given me infinite inspiration and thinking.
I love grass, it is my strength to move forward and an example of my life!
Chapter 2: I like grass. Grass is not as elegant as peony, as fragrant as jasmine, as beautiful as rose and as beautiful as pine. It is just an unremarkable grass forgotten by people, but it has its own uniqueness.
When the earth just woke up, its small body also emerged from the ground, not as beautiful as flowers. Just silently and willingly make the background of flowers. It has no fertile land, but it voluntarily goes to hard places to hone itself. It never envies talented trees and never asks others to appreciate it.
Grass has strong vitality and never fears harsh environment; In the desolate wasteland, there are its footprints; Under the stone, there is a place for them in the tiles. When winter comes, the whistling wind seems to engulf the whole world, flowers will never laugh again, and trees will fall to their roots, showing a desolate scene everywhere. At this time, have you ever thought of that humble grass, which takes root and grows sturdily in the arms of Mother Earth?
Who gave the grass the courage to overcome all kinds of hardships? Who gave the grass perseverance and endless vitality? Who made the grass so powerful?
I like grass, especially admire its perseverance. There are many people with lofty ideals like grass in our country. They are suffering and failing in a difficult environment, silently dedicating their youth and strength to the motherland.
I hope I can become an ordinary, strong and unyielding grass, quietly decorating the earth. ...
Article 3: I love cursive composition. When colorful spring comes, you will be attracted and intoxicated by the vibrant spring scenery. Being in that beautiful realm, you see, flowers are in full bloom, peaches and plums are vying for fragrance, wicker is flying, and spring is beautiful. However, whenever this happens, have you ever thought about the trampled and forgotten grass? Think of the messenger of spring, the footprints of spring girls-grass? Although small, its strong character and vigorous spirit are quite touching. It adds vitality and new brilliance to spring! So, I like grass.
Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller in the spring breeze. This is a portrayal of the spirit of the grass, which has contributed everything to the earth, dotted with this nature in obscurity, but unrestrained. How can this not make people pay tribute, how can it not make people sincerely love it?
Once, when I was walking in Songshan Lake, I suddenly saw several children chasing and playing on a path covered with grass, and the grass fell down one by one. However, soon, a miracle appeared on the grass, only to see a grass actually stand up and become stronger. You see, they are standing in the sun hand in hand, holding out their chests stubbornly.
I love grass, and I love people with the spirit of grass. They are struggling and working for the spring of the motherland.
Chapter 4: I love the grass in the cracks in the wall. The flowers in the greenhouse are beautiful and charming. The flowers in the cracks in the wall are not only loved by people, but also praised by poets. But who can notice the humble grass in the cracks in the wall?
I don't know when a grass seed fell into a gap in the mud wall without any mud, which may be a "disaster" for the grass. After several spring rains, the grass never sticks its head out from the cracks in the wall. Its birth means that there is another tenacious life in the world. The grass growing sturdily on the grassland is caressed by the direct sunlight, and the grass on the rock is embraced by the mother of the rock mud. And the grass in the cracks of the wall, the mother without enough sunshine and mud, grows tenaciously and grows in obscurity. Maybe no one asked about its growth, but it does exist. Its appearance is a miracle and a shock to people's hearts!
Sunshine and rain moisten the flowers in the greenhouse, but the life growing in adversity is more precious. I like the grass in the cracks in the wall.
Chapter 5: I like grass. Some people like tall and straight pine trees, some people like fragrant and proud plum blossoms, and some people like elegant and fragrant orchids. And I like the ordinary grass that is neither proud nor fragrant.
Spring hasn't come yet, and the grass has already poked its sharp head out of the soil early, looking around the familiar and unfamiliar world, waiting for the arrival of spring.
The warm spring breeze warmed the tree buds again, opened the small flowers and awakened the earth. Grass stretched herself, thanked Sister Feng Chun and started a new life.
It's midsummer, the sun is in the sky, and the sun is roasting the earth like a stove. The flowers bowed their heads and the dark clouds stopped singing. Only the grass struggled silently, and the storm came, which brought great harm to many flowers, trees and Ye Er. You see, after the storm, the branches broke and the flowers fell. Even if they were not blown off, they bowed their heads and prematurely ended the green life. Only the grass still holds its head high and refuses to leave the embrace of mother earth. After the baptism of wind and rain, the grass is more vivid and lovely! After several autumn rains, the grass finally began to wither. At this time, the grass is still stubbornly straight up and will not beg for people's pity. People may sigh and say, "Alas, the grass is dead." But don't forget, when winter passes and spring comes, won't they grow taller again in the spring breeze? Look! How tenacious the vitality of grass is! How many grassy people are there around us?
Grass, grass, I like you!
Chapter 6: I like grass. Some people love tall and straight pine trees, while others love fragrant flowers. I love this petite and tender grass alone. I love the tenacious vitality of grass.
You see, after a winter's destruction, I thought they would be defeated by cold and snow. Unfortunately, as soon as spring came, grass slipped out of the soil and spread all over the mountains. Looking from a distance, isn't it the grass standing proudly on the cliff in the thin gap? Dotted green does not show the tenacious vitality of the grass? I like grass because it always gives people a vigorous force. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller in the spring breeze", which is a true portrayal of grass.
Compared with grass, the flowers in the greenhouse are so delicate. Compared with grass, seemingly tall trees are so vulnerable in strong winds. Only the grass, under the baptism of the storm, still thrives and sings softly. I like grass because it is both ordinary and great. It is not as plump as peony, nor as innocent as lotus, but the grass never needs careful care and is inconspicuous. In order to make the world greener, it often contributes silently and plays the most beautiful songs in the world for us. I love grass, and I love those who have the courage to struggle in difficulties and never give up!
Chapter 7: I like grass. Some people like bright roses, some people like tall and straight pine trees, and I like tender and humble grass. When it comes to green grass, people will naturally think of Bai Juyi's poem: "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing high." How tenacious the vitality of the grass is!
In the morning, Wu Yun's mother-in-law came to work with a black face. Soon, she began to sob softly. Seeing this weather, my mood began to thunder. Only those lovely grasses are still happy. They greedily suck the sweet rain and dew and sway with the wind to make their petite figure more lovely.
Unconsciously, Wu Yun's mother-in-law got off work, and Sister Rainbow came out smiling with Grandfather Sun. It's just that the grass is full. Let's bask in the sun. It was warm at first, but now it's getting hotter. Just like the sun! The sun seems to be deliberately trying to scorch the earth, the flowers are gone, the birds have stopped singing, and only the cicada is still chirping "cicada, cicada". However, the grass still stands firmly on the ground that is about to crack, as if to say to the sun, "Hum, I won't give in to this heat. For me, this heat is nothing, and you can't bake me! "
Evening came, the summer heat finally disappeared, the sunset glow came out, and the firefly army moved out. A gust of wind blew, the grass danced, and fireflies flashed like lights on the stage. It was so beautiful! Make the original beautiful grassland more comfortable! Although the grass is unremarkable, it has decorated the earth and made it more vibrant. If there is no grass, there is no beautiful land!
One day passed and the next day came again. In the park, under the big tree, there are many grasses everywhere. They are trampled by others, but they have no complaints. The indomitable spirit of grass is worth learning. When you encounter difficulties, you can't give up easily and you can't be discouraged!
Chapter 8: I love the grass in my hometown. Spring has come, everything recovers, the snow and ice melt, the willow wakes up, the tender green buds grow, and the flowers bear silent flowers and bones. Everything is so beautiful! The most pleasing thing is the lush green grass.
From a distance, the grass looks like a naughty and lovely child, playing in the Yuan Ye, dancing in the breeze, waving to birds, playing with bees and fiddling with its graceful dance. Really beautiful!
From a close point of view, they are like lovely elves, sacrificing their short lives to dress up the world and make it colorful.
"Hoo-"The warm spring breeze blew, and the grass kept shaking its head under the touch of the spring breeze, but it didn't last long. The gentle wind gradually expanded into a violent wind, blowing the grass mercilessly or unintentionally. I sweat deeply for the grass. I saw the grass struggling desperately in the strong wind. They gritted their teeth and held their heads high, as if thanking the spring breeze for giving them the opportunity to challenge themselves.
The next day, I came to the grassland in fear and trembling to see the injury of the grass. To our surprise, Xiaocao finally overcame the spring breeze with her indomitable spirit and stood up unscathed!
Ah, the grass in my hometown, you are an example for me to learn, and you have given me the courage and strength to overcome difficulties!
I love the grass in my hometown!