How to write 500 words in the small practice pen of peanuts?

The grass peanut has obscurity, selfless dedication, does not care about fame and fortune, and the fruit is buried in the ground when it is ripe, unlike peaches, pomegranates, and apples that hang bright fruits high on the branches; The lotus leaf has not to be praised by others, but only to the lotus flower as an indispensable and inconspicuous foil; Plum blossoms bloom in the cold winter with the quality of not being afraid of the cold, not afraid of wind and rain. . . And today I want to talk about the grass that "wildfires can't burn inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blows and grows".

Grass can be found everywhere in both the city and the countryside. It has a tenacious vitality, and the more people trample on it, the stronger it becomes. On a mountain, a merciless fire burned everything, and the grass was no exception, either staggering, or only half of it was left, and it was incomplete, or the whole field was barren and there was not even half a grass left.

The grass doesn't look like it's going to regenerate, but in fact its roots aren't damaged. The next year, a spring breeze blew, and the grass miraculously poked its little head out of the ground.

Most people only know that the vitality of grass is strong, but in fact, grass is very important. In the city and in the mountain village, would they still be beautiful without the embellishment of grass? It's like a beautiful flower, but without the backdrop of green leaves, will it still be so bright and charming?

The vitality of the grass is so tenacious! I also want to be like Xiaocao, a person who will never be beaten by difficulties, always tenaciously pursue his dreams, do not seek fame and fortune, and serve the people.

Just as we were having a good time, I suddenly saw a flock of chickens, a hen with a flock of chicks, running away. I was stunned, why are there still chickens here? I saw that the hen was a bit like my grandmother's Luhua chicken, but it was just a little smaller, about the size of a boy chicken.

It followed. Six or seven chicks. I couldn't say anything with excitement, just screaming, "Chicken", "Chicken".

My cousin hurriedly ran over and asked, "What's the matter?" I pointed to the chicken that had fled far away and said:

There are chickens there". The elder brother ran over in three steps and two steps, but only caught one chicken. Tell me to take it and don't let the chicks run away.

I nodded and looked at the chick in both hands, not to mention how happy I was. This chick is so cute, with a tiny body the size of an egg and a little gray fluff. It was in my hands, struggling incessantly, and making chirping sounds from my mouth.

I was worried that the chick would escape from my grasp, so I held it tightly. Who knows that there is not much time, and the chick will not move and his eyes will be closed. "The chick is dead"?!

The thought popped into my head, and I quickly put the chick on the ground and started crying loudly. My brother came running again and asked me what was the matter. I said the chick was dead.

He's dead? At**? I pointed my hand to the place where the chickens were kept, "Phew!

My brother looked at it, **There are chickens? "Strange! I just put it here, why is it all gone?

We both searched everywhere and couldn't find any of the chicks, and I was frustrated.

In retrospect, in fact, any animal has a desire to survive. By pretending to be dead in this way, it not only regained its own life, but also its freedom.

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What is a candle? Candle is a small grain of sand in people's lives, and candles are an ordinary and great force. Candles that are lit in the dark and extinguished in the light seem too insignificant.

But I want to sing a hymn to the selfless candle.

The life of the candle is very plain, white, red, colorful, with a pigtail on its head. Life begins with a pigtail. Gradually, the flames engulfed the pigtails and began to melt the body of the candle.

The dripping wax beads are like strings of tears, solidified. The ancients used "the spring silkworm to the end of the dead silk, the wax torch to ashes and tears to dry" to describe the unswerving spirit. Oh, yes!

The spirit of the candle is not only an object of praise for the ancients, but also an example for us.

Therefore, the life of the candle is brilliant, from birth to death, it always dedicates light to people. In today's era when electric lights have entered thousands of households, the role of candles seems to have disappeared. No!

No. In the event of a power outage, candles still have their own purpose, the jade-like white candle sends the soul to the west, and the agate-like red candle welcomes the newborn family. There are also colorful birthday candles, symbolizing the beginning of another year, each one full of happy commemoration.

Reading in the light of a candle makes you feel warm, and walking in the light of a candle makes you feel comfortable.

While praising the candles, I can't help but think of the teacher who worked tirelessly to teach people. They are like candles, the flame of time melts the teacher's youth. The teacher is the candle in the student's journey, always the end of the student's victory, and the teaching is the inextinguishable candlelight, which always illuminates the student's heart.

Candles! I praise you, illuminate others, burn the body!