Get close to the soil in a normal mood, feel the soil, the soil is very common, and the usual makes us disagree. Travel-stained come, travel-stained go.
The moment we approach the soil, it is destined to be our eternity. We grow from the soil, which is our initial starting point and final destination.
The earth is our supreme mother. Soil is sacred.
The hand of fate, through the soil, has cast a permanent clay pot, which has been calcined by fire and baptized by years and has become our means of pumping water. Pots are filled with water that we need for survival and are the source of our life.
Soil is our life. Those blue bricks made of black, yellow and white clay have built the towering Great Wall with eternal faith, which is our hard backbone.
If there were no dirt, we would have nothing. I have always admired the soil.
When I left this country and this dirty city, I felt inexplicably disappointed. I always miss the dirt in the country and the people who are still working in it.
My father has been dealing with soil all his life, and he knows the soil best, as well as its connotation and temperament. He said that seeds sown in the soil will grow into crops, and crops will prosper our lives.
Land is our food and clothing parents. Father, who is never lyrical, always shows off his poetry and his shiny calluses to us.
He said that this is the mark left by the soil, and it is the confirmation of his true peasant identity by the soil. My father is very simple.
Therefore, we always think that we are close to the soil, and we admire the soil, which is a reverence for our father and farmers. Only those who know the soil can know the needs of the soil.
Without soil, we will lose everything. We work for the earth day and night, and only the earth can satisfy our lifelong desire.
Soil is the center of our life. We need soil, without which we can't live.
Soil is our whole life. Soil is very important to us.
The most obvious example is soil. Soil is the foundation of the earth. What is the "land" of the "earth"? Master tu! Soil is the source of our life. Without soil, there would be nothing for human beings to live on: grains, vegetables, fruits, forests, herbs, flowers ... without soil, there would not even be human beings. If the myth that China's ancient Nuwa used loess to create human beings is absurd, then the research results of American scientists at the end of the 20th century are incredible. Their research confirms that human life really comes from.
There is a fable that diamonds show off their nobility to the soil, and the soil reminds diamonds: "If the whole world were diamonds instead of soil, I'm afraid people would have been extinct long ago, or they might not have appeared at all." This is a truth that no one can deny.
Soil is the natural uterus of seeds. Without this uterus, no matter how sunny the sun is, no matter how abundant the rain is, no matter how tenacious the seeds are, it is impossible to germinate, take root and germinate.
Some people praise the tenacious vitality of a grass or small tree on the cliff or the top of the tower, but they don't know that it is the dust that has been blown to the cliff or the top of the tower for many years that can breed seeds that occasionally fall from the bird's mouth. What a tiny dust it is, but with it, miracles begin to appear.
There is an intriguing sentence in the Gospel of John: "A grain of wheat dies when it does not fall into the ground, and it is still a grain;" If it dies, it will bear many seeds. "Only when the wheat' dies' in the womb of the earth can the sublimation and reproduction of life be realized.
Many times, I walked on the path in my hometown and stared at the soil under the lush crops. I am deeply moved that such a simple and simple thing can bring up a colorful and vibrant life year after year, but to my surprise, an unspeakable feeling of gratitude overflows and surges in my chest like a rising tide. I really can't figure out why Confucius despised the soil so much and said such stupid things as "little people are pregnant with the soil"
Confucius is not the only one who doesn't respect the land. Since the day when the earth gave its love to mankind without reservation like a mother, it was destroyed by the corrupt son of the earth.
China has a theory of "five elements", and soil is the object of fire. Fire is both a magician and an enemy of the earth.
The soil was burned into all kinds of pottery, and the simple and simple soil became practical commodities and works of art needed by human beings. When the first clay pot came out in human history, the tragedy of soil began.
People use clay to burn daily necessities, bricks and tiles, and even sacrifice things. Xi's Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses are called the eighth wonder of the world. In my opinion, this is not an artistic miracle, but a large-scale soil murder, as cruel as being buried with thousands of living people.
I really don't know what the evil of human nature has to do with art After the fire, modern science became the natural enemy of the soil. With the help of human clumsiness, science has created industrial wastes and wastewater that can corrode and poison the global soil. All kinds of wastes and wastewater that can never be assimilated and changed by the soil and release harmful elements harm the beautiful skin of the earth like leprosy virus and cancer cells. We used to call "conquering nature", and conquering nature means conquering the soil to a great extent.
The result of conquest is soil erosion, grassland desertification and land alkalization ... there is almost no unspoiled land on the earth. The year before last, I was sitting in a car driving on the highway with a lawyer with a sense of hardship, looking out the window.
2. The greatest place to write a narrative on earth is often despised and ruined because it is simple and clear.
The most obvious example is soil. Soil is the foundation of the earth. What is the "land" of the "earth"? Master tu! Soil is the source of our life. Without soil, there would be nothing for human beings to live on: grains, vegetables, fruits, forests, herbs, flowers ... without soil, there would not even be human beings. If the myth that China's ancient Nuwa used loess to create human beings is absurd, then the research results of American scientists at the end of the 20th century are incredible. Their research confirms that human life really comes from.
There is a fable that diamonds show off their nobility to the soil, and the soil reminds diamonds: "If the whole world were diamonds instead of soil, I'm afraid people would have been extinct long ago, or they might not have appeared at all." This is a truth that no one can deny.
Soil is the natural uterus of seeds. Without this uterus, no matter how sunny the sun is, no matter how abundant the rain is, no matter how tenacious the seeds are, it is impossible to germinate, take root and germinate.
Some people praise the tenacious vitality of a grass or small tree on the cliff or the top of the tower, but they don't know that it is the dust that has been blown to the cliff or the top of the tower for many years that can breed seeds that occasionally fall from the bird's mouth. What a tiny dust it is, but with it, miracles begin to appear.
There is an intriguing sentence in the Gospel of John: "A grain of wheat dies when it does not fall into the ground, and it is still a grain;" If it dies, it will bear many seeds. "Only when the wheat' dies' in the womb of the earth can the sublimation and reproduction of life be realized.
Many times, I walked on the path in my hometown and stared at the soil under the lush crops. I am deeply moved that such a simple and simple thing can bring up a colorful and vibrant life year after year, but to my surprise, an unspeakable feeling of gratitude overflows and surges in my chest like a rising tide. I really can't figure out why Confucius despised the soil so much and said such stupid things as "little people are pregnant with the soil"
Confucius is not the only one who doesn't respect the land. Since the day when the earth gave its love to mankind without reservation like a mother, it was destroyed by the corrupt son of the earth.
China has a theory of "five elements", and soil is the object of fire. Fire is both a magician and an enemy of the earth.
The earth has been burned into all kinds of pottery, and the simple and simple earth has become a practical work of art that human beings need. When the first clay pot came out in human history, the tragedy of soil began.
People use clay to burn daily necessities, bricks and tiles, and even sacrifice things. Xi's Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses are called the eighth wonder of the world. In my opinion, this is not an artistic miracle, but a large-scale soil murder, as cruel as being buried with thousands of living people.
I really don't know what the evil of human nature has to do with art After the fire, modern science became the natural enemy of the soil. With the help of human clumsiness, science has created industrial wastes and wastewater that can corrode and poison the global soil. All kinds of wastes and wastewater that can never be assimilated and changed by the soil and release harmful elements harm the beautiful skin of the earth like leprosy virus and cancer cells. We used to call "conquering nature", and conquering nature means conquering the soil to a great extent.
The result of conquest is soil erosion, grassland desertification and land alkalization ... there is almost no unspoiled land on the earth. The year before last, a lawyer with a sense of urgency and I were sitting in a car driving on the highway, looking out the window at the "cement forest" full of crops and the brick factory with smoking chimneys. He said anxiously: the land is decreasing day by day! The enclosure construction has been out of control, and the area of Three Guarantees has shrunk dramatically.
The remaining cultivated soil is gradually becoming solid red bricks in one kiln and one kiln. The country has long advocated burning hollow bricks, but who will listen? It's a pity that earth-fired bricks can't be reduced to earth. The soil is getting less and less, how will our descendants survive! He makes my heart ache.
Without soil, people are desolate. Ye Zhi, an English poet, died, and Auden called him "a distinguished guest of the earth" in his eulogy. I am afraid this will be a distant myth in the future. If "Earth" does not exist, what about "distinguished guests"? We have no bad end, but the question is how do our descendants survive? An essay in Uruguay describes a scene in which a child's father opens his mouth to face the wind, collects the dust floating in the wind with his tongue and throat, and then spits the insignificant dust into a stone pit ... No matter what the intention of this article is, we should take it as a warning. If humans continue to destroy the soil, the prospect is really terrible! Hold your hand, human! Help the soil! Saving the soil is saving ourselves.
3. Composition with the theme of soil-the source of life
Diligence is a cash cow and frugality is a cornucopia. Nowadays, in the advanced 2 1 century, precious resources have been preserved, but some ordinary resources are getting less and less every day, but no one cares.
In a corner of our community, there are tons of soil piled up. It is said that it was redundant when greening, and later it was planned to be transported to the suburbs for greening. But since then, no one has dealt with this matter and has been piled up there. Now it has become a pile of ruins, and these tons of soil have been wasted.
Everything depends on the soil, and human beings multiply on the soil. Soil is our foothold, and soil is our food and clothing parents. Whether it is rural areas, cities, farmland, mines, or mountains, rivers, forests, grasslands ... are closely related to soil. Ordinary and simple soil, broad and heavy, silent dedication and unexpected harvest, outstanding and never make public! We in China have a deep affection for the soil. According to legend, in ancient times, Nu Wa made people, and the carrier that Nu Wa gave life was the soil. Excuse me: "Is this the right thing to do now?" Although the soil is ordinary, it is the insignificant soil that gave birth to us and nurtured us. Some people will say, "There is dirt everywhere. How can it be extinct? " I said, "Yes, soil really can't be extinct! But I want to ask, if you have 100 yuan and spend 0.0 1 yuan, are they the same? "
Once, the grandparents of the neighborhood Committee led several of our students to plant trees. A lot of soil was dug at that time. After planting trees, I found some in the bucket. At this time, an old man is preparing to pour the soil into the garbage bag. I hurried forward to stop him and said, "Grandpa, let me put the soil back into nature?" Grandpa looked at me and gave me the soil with a smile. I began to run to a small tree next to me and gently surrounded it with earth, as if to give it a warm home. Here, it can play a role again!
Every resource around us is indispensable. Let's fully save them, make use of them and strive to create a brand-new city!
Clay figurines praise the green grass for greening the environment, pines and cypresses are strong and unyielding, and simple bridges provide convenience for people. How many people have thought of unknown soil? The earthy ones are too simple, but the ordinary ones can't. It was trampled underfoot and even abandoned, but it didn't complain, just like that simple old ox. Some people's vanity is above everything else They blindly pursue superficial vanity and are often blinded by the brilliance of appearance. All they see is jewelry and money ... when they collect auras, they give up diamonds. The soil is our diamond. Everything is bred by the soil, and human beings multiply on the soil. Soil is our foothold, and soil is our food and clothing parents. The soil is ordinary and simple, broad and heavy, silently dedicated and unrequited, outstanding and never publicized. However, this precious soil is often ignored and neglected by people. People only envy those tall buildings, but they don't know the soil that supports them underground. People only envy those beautiful flowers, but who knows the soil that breeds branches and leaves? People only envy the tall and straight welcoming pine, but how can they know the unknown soil that supplies it with water and nutrition? In real life, people cheer for the wonderful praise on the stage, and how many people think of the hard-working people behind the scenes? People only sing poems and carols in front of dangerous houses, and how many people think of construction migrant workers who have moved to other places? It's as if we only see the beauty of the watch and never want to know the gear that provides power, thinking that it is the business of the watch repairer. As we all know, we are part of the soil. When we despise the soil, we forget ourselves.
People praise the green grass for greening the environment, the green pine and cypress are strong and unyielding, and the simple bridge provides convenience for people. How many people have thought of unknown soil? The earthy ones are too simple, but the ordinary ones can't.
It was trampled underfoot and even abandoned, but it didn't complain, just like that simple old ox. Some people's vanity is above everything else
They blindly pursue superficial vanity and are often blinded by the brilliance of appearance. They only care about jewelry and money ... when they collect halos, they abandon diamonds. The soil is our diamond.
Everything is bred by the soil, and human beings multiply on the soil. Soil is our foothold, and soil is our food and clothing parents.
The soil is ordinary and simple, broad and heavy, silently dedicated without expecting anything in return, highly respected and never publicized. However, this precious soil is often ignored and neglected by people.
People only envy those towering buildings, but they don't know the soil that supports them underground. People only envy those beautiful flowers, but they don't know the soil that breeds branches and leaves. People only envy the tall and straight welcoming pine, but how can they know the soil that provides water and nutrition for it in obscurity? In real life, people cheer for the wonderful praise on the stage, and how many people think of the hard-working people behind the scenes? People only sing poems and carols in front of dangerous houses, and how many people think of construction migrant workers who have moved to other places? It's as if we only see the beauty of watches and never want to know about the gears that provide power, thinking that it's the business of watch repairers. As we all know, we are part of the soil. When we despise the soil, we forget ourselves.
5. Take soil as the topic and write an essay of more than 600 words ... The topic of the essay should include "The soil in rural areas is made of soil. Earth is the soul of the country and the best gift from God to the country. Soil and crops, crops and people are arranged one by one, and no one can do without anyone. A lump of soil is a scripture that you can never get tired of reading. Great-grandfather read it, grandfather read it, and father read it. Our children and grandchildren will continue to read. One life, another life, gropes around in the soil, gets old when touched, until even the soil can't be touched, and this life should be touched by the soil. I have carefully observed my father's hand, which is as rough as the skin of an old tree, with thick joints and finger deformities, and no complete nails. These hands were scratched on the land. Every piece of land in Doucun left his handprint, and even every lump of soil felt the warmth of his hand. A serious illness disabled his right hand, and he could no longer farm. After digging with a pickaxe, I advised him to give away the plots at home, and he gritted his teeth and made a decision. But he insisted on leaving a small piece to make by himself, saying that he would not move when he was idle, even if he stood in the ground. I feel better. The land left by my father is only three points at most. I planted corn in spring, and then a crop of sesame seeds. When I returned to Doucun in summer, I found him and his mother crouching in the glistening sun, one struggling to turn over the soil and the other beating the soil with a mallet. Seeing this scene, my heart surged. So I told them that this land could no longer be planted. If the weather is hot, replant the last crop. My mother also agreed to plant another crop. In this case, they told me more than four or five times, and they didn't cash it every time. The season has been extended again and again, and my father's crops have been postponed again and again. In fact, I know in my heart that as long as mom and dad don't fall, this "last crop" will have to be extended again and again. Whenever we meet the land and crops, whenever we send away a crop, we are enriched. In this farewell, generations of farmers walked into the soil with smiles. Imagine how pale our life would be without them! When sowing seeds, I often daydream with my hands on it. After these seeds enter the soil, they will never come back to the village, just like day after day. Although they will bring me more gains, I still can't bear it. Crop after crop is green, crop after crop is yellow, as if in the blink of an eye. The same is true of harvesting. When I hold the ripe crops in my arms with a sickle, they are so quiet. I know it's time to send another batch away. I have been restless for a spring and noisy for a summer. It was not until all the crops were sent away that the land lay down and slept in the moonlight. The dense fog floating in the field is its long and soothing breath.
6. Write a composition with "dirt" as the main topic. I learned Chinese from the mountains, and it was also a day when grass and birds danced wildly.
I secretly made an appointment with my partner and rode my bike to a beautiful mountain forest. Our intrusion broke the silence of the mountain forest, and countless birds rang through our ears, bringing unspeakable joy.
I only feel that my heart is close to nature! Sitting in the suffocating classroom for countless times, looking at the chimney smoking black smoke outside the window, depicting euphemistic birdsong with boring brushstrokes. But I don't know, the sound of nature here can never be truly described, even if it is experienced from famous articles.
I have written running water countless times, and I have written withered red flowers with a sad heart. I don't know that there is always such a voice in the soft soil of the mountain forest: "It is not heartless to fall red, but to turn into spring mud to protect flowers." I have sung for freedom and praised for happiness countless times, but I have never listened to nature so attentively.
When the birds return to their nests, the warmth revealed by the mother when feeding the chicks; Ants struggle to carry food together, showing tenacity and unity; The intricacies caused by trees, grass and vines ... how can everything be simply understood from textbooks? Even if it is a wonderful pen, it may not explain the mystery of this magical nature. Without that trip, without that "bold" move, I would not be so excited and happy to write exciting words, nor would I praise myself with this. I proudly and faithfully said, "I found a lot and realized a lot in the vast forest." I realized this famous saying with the purest heart:' the connotation and significance of Chinese.
Who dares to deny that Chinese comes from life?
7. Who has an essay about being a good land owner? We are stepping on vast tracts of yellow land, and all the roads are paved under our feet. Since ancient times, land has been the foundation of human food and clothing. It feeds us with its own milk and is our mother. But today, with the high development of science and technology, the land has been destroyed like never before, which is all caused by human beings ... Soil pollution is like a soft knife, depriving a large area of fertile land of its productivity. Serious soil pollution leads to the decline of crop growth and development, reduces crop quality and harms human and animal health. We must be on high alert! In today's world, the destruction of land is amazing. In Africa, the Sahara desert is continuing to expand; In the equatorial region, the mountainous areas and plateaus where people can live are rapidly eroded, while the principle of leveling in the south is the loess area where grass is gradually lacking. Central America will continue to be a desert, and in most parts of South America, soil will flow into the water because of steep slopes. In the vast sandy areas of Australia and the United States, if the drying period is too long, the soil will be blown away by the wind. Asia will fall into the same sad situation. With the increase of population, land cultivation will become more and more frequent. It is ultimately barren and useless. In the gradual expansion and deepening of natural poverty, human poverty has also gradually expanded and deepened. In addition, with the growth of population, the land is relatively barren. Soil erosion is more and more harmful to human beings. If it is not stopped, human society will be destroyed. In particular, the erosion of soil by waste batteries is simply "eye-popping". The toxic substances produced by mixing each battery with soil can make it impossible to grow crops in 1 hectare. Now, China has become a big consumer of batteries in the world, using hundreds of millions of batteries every year. However, at present, the recovery rate of our waste batteries is very low, and a large number of waste batteries are thrown away with the garbage, and some even throw them everywhere. Heavy metals such as mercury, silver and cadmium in the battery will seep into the soil with rainwater, causing pollution. With the movement of water in the soil, rivers, lakes and oceans are further polluted until they enter many kinds of creatures and humans. The plunder of the earth's land by human beings is also amazing. According to the estimation of the United Nations Environment Programme, 2 billion hectares (30 billion mu) of land have been lost on earth in history, which is more than the total cultivated land in the world at present. At present, there are still 5 million to 7 million hectares of land in the world every year, which are either turned into barren land or used for other purposes. In addition to the erosion of water and wind, this loss is mainly caused by people giving up the protection of land resources for short-term profits and carrying out man-made destruction. According to the prediction of relevant departments of the United Nations, if the destruction and occupation of land are not stopped and the momentum of world population growth is not controlled, by 2007, the world population has reached 6.5 billion, but the per capita arable land in the world is only 0 0. 15 hectare. This situation will pose a great threat to human food supply. Man is the master and friend of nature, so we should protect the environment and cherish the land. The land is our mother, and every inch of our skin has soil particles. As soon as our palms are close to the ground, our hearts will become calm. We are all clan of the land, and we can't leave it. Let's cherish the land, save the mother of mankind and create a beautiful home together.
8. Write a 600-word composition "Soil in My Hometown" on the topic of soil, feel the taste of hometown, sing a folk song and praise the simplicity of farmers. Some people are covered in mud, but their hearts are spotless; Some people are clean, but their hearts are full of mud.
—— Inscription Whenever I see the dirt on the roadside, I always have an impulse to go up and smell its fragrance. Not for anything else, just to feel its simplicity.
Speaking of simplicity, I can't help thinking of my relatives in my hometown-simple farmers. I am an out-and-out rural person. Fortunately, I have the opportunity to study in the city.
From the moment I entered the city, I knew that it was different from the countryside. There was a sea of people, busy and busy everywhere. On the first day of school, looking at these children in the city, my heart was pricked.
I didn't want to talk at first, but silently insisted on the so-called "self-esteem". But it changed me.
One day my father came home drunk, took my hand and said to me, "Little darling, you have changed since you came to town. I know you look down on farmers at first, but I want to tell you that our ancestors have been farmers for generations. Remember, these city people are no different from us. Who can say that their ancestors were not farmers? Your father and I are farmers, too, but I'm not reconciled. I study technology hard just to change my destiny.
You too, there is no shame in being a farmer. On the contrary, you should fight for our farmers.
We farmers have dirty hands but not dirty hearts, you know? "After listening to this passage, there was a wave in my heart, and I learned ... looking at the soil, I seemed to see my hometown folks who were struggling at home, as if they were working with their backs to the loess, as if they had seen their simple smiles and sunny eyes. I know it is not shameful to be a farmer. On the contrary, I am very proud.
Hold a handful of soil, feel the warmth of hometown, hold a handful of soil, and feel that pure love.
9. Composition on the Soil One day, a gardener found a pile of soil on the roadside, which smelled very fragrant. He took this pile of dirt home, and suddenly, his home was full of fragrance. Curious and surprised, the gardener asked this pile of soil, "Are you a treasure from a big city?" ? Or rare spices? Or expensive materials? "
The soil said, "No, I'm just an ordinary piece of soil."
The gardener said, "So where did that strong fragrance come from?"
The earth said, "I just spent a long time with roses in the rose garden."
With what kind of people, over time, the taste will be the same. Let's not only get close to the soil of roses, absorb their fragrance, but also encourage ourselves to become roses that can bring fragrance to others.
Idle people's words: Xunzi said: "In the bitter fleabane bitter fleabane, you must be straight;" White sand is nirvana, and it is black. "External factors are not the root cause of changing people's personality habits, but, as materialist dialectics says, they can promote things. Driven by external factors, we are easily influenced by things around us. As we often say, "If you go near Zhu Zhechi, you will be black. "The reason is the same. This requires us to have the ability to distinguish, look for an environment that is beneficial to us and stay away from an environment that is harmful to us. Although sometimes we may be involuntarily, we should also know this from the heart.
10. Composition Read the following materials and write an article of not less than 800 words as required. Lu Li's Dirt mainly expresses a self-orientation to life, an attitude of cutting into life, and different life feelings from it.
Of course, there are more angles of conception, such as the commonness and greatness of soil, the dedication of soil, the significance of soil to everything ... open your mind and broaden your horizons. Specifically, we can conceive an article like this: if we analyze the literal meaning of "soil" alone, we can link it with "land", link the land where we live with the environment where people live from two aspects of time and space, and pay attention to realistic focuses such as ecological pollution, soil erosion and soil desertification in combination with environmental protection issues, which is suitable for writing scientific and technological expositions, literary essays and even investigation reports with practical significance.
From "soil", we can also derive many meanings such as "hometown", "native land", "land" and "native land". On the soil, all kinds of people are doing all kinds of things every day. Therefore, we might as well base ourselves on the land, choose the people who live on the land, what happened, the changing scenery, the excited mood and so on, and write a narrative or short story based on this.
People associated with "dirt" and their living conditions, lifestyles, thoughts and feelings like "dirt", such as the vast number of "villages", "farmers" and "artists", can all be associated with "dirt". They are ordinary, tenacious and unyielding, but they are both "dirt" with their own characteristics. Associated with a certain character of "soil", such as the dedication of soil, the broad mind of soil, the diligence of soil and so on. You can choose new stories, one-act plays, fairy tales, fables and other forms as long as you choose an angle, dig deep and deal with people and things.
Of course, you can also consider writing comments or essays, or praising the spirit of the soil and promoting the vastness of the soil, or criticizing the phenomenon of ignoring the soil, the practice of destroying the soil, the process of destroying the soil, and so on. Show prospects, point out benefits, analyze consequences, give warnings, attract attention, and make appeals, all of which can be written vividly and profoundly around the topic. .