Can anyone give me an essay on the topic of Grass and Trees Have Love ?

What does it mean to pay every day?

It is said that "plants and trees have love", but I don't think so. Everything that is alive has a latent psychology, and plants and trees are no exception.

I remember two years ago, a friend gave me an osmanthus plant, which did not grow luxuriantly, so I planted it in a pot.

At that time, I accepted it because of my friend's kindness, and because my friend said that it didn't need to be managed, and I accepted it for these two reasons. In August of the first year, it has no fragrance because it has not bloomed. The family did not place any hope on it, and no one took care of it.

However, my little flower cat occasionally went up a few times, but because the cat grabbed it, it was immediately "sent" to the ground. So, the cat also snubbed it, and the osmanthus tree grew silently for a year.

At the beginning of the spring of the following year, I decided to move it to the empty (kōng kòng) in the courtyard. I started digging up its roots, but I couldn't dig them out, and I finally had to break the pot, and I didn't expect its roots to be so developed - long, short, and thin all clinging to the soil. I can't help but marvel at the tenacity of its life.

When it was moved to the ground, I was still careless about it. By chance, I noticed that it had become lush and green, with new leaves covering the branches, and the delicate branches were much thicker. In addition to the joy, I began to pay attention to it, watering and fertilizing it regularly, and paying attention to it.

Soon, its new yellow leaves also turned green, and the trees were covered in green. In the golden autumn and August, the courtyard is full of fragrance, and the family sits around the osmanthus tree, smelling the fragrance of osmanthus and telling the story of osmanthus ......

From this, I realized that everything in the world has its space for survival, and if you insist on binding it to a fixed place, it will inevitably affect it. Just like people, people have affection, and plants and trees also have "affection"!

2. "Weak" use the phonetic sequence to check the word sequence ( ) and then check the syllables ( ) with the radical search method, first check the radical ( ) and then check ( ) to draw. The dictionary definition of "weak" is: the opposite of "strong"; young age; Insufficient, on the lesser side.

The word "weak" in "thin" is interpreted as ( ) According to the meaning of the term, the word "weak" can be used as (6 points).

3. Write synonyms and antonyms of the following words. (2 points).

synonyms Antonyms.

Thin ( ) Joy ( ).

4. Read the full text carefully and complete the following questions. (4 points).

1) Osmanthus blooms in ( ) season.

2) The author planted osmanthus for two reasons, one is ( ) and the other is ( ).

3) Because of ( ), the cat grabbed it and was immediately "sent" back to the ground.

5. Use a wavy line to draw a sentence that directly summarizes the center of this article. (1 point).

6. How do you think this article is written? Please be a teacher and write a comment concisely. (2 points).

2. R ruo bow seven old, weak, sick and disabled.

3. Thin, fat, happy, angry.

4. (1) Autumn is difficult to resist because of the kindness of friends, and because friends say that it does not need to be managed, it is too thin.

5. Everything in the world has its space for survival, and if you insist on binding it in a fixed place, it will inevitably affect it. Just like people, people have affection, and plants and trees also have "affection"! 6. Omitted.

Good. Plain and elegant, the depiction of things is three-pointed, making ** forgetful.

The article is vivid and interesting, and the description of things is colorful.

Good and bring the content to life.

Ever since I left the mall and came to college, I have had a leisurely life. In addition to dancing and writing, I also like to grow flowers and grass.

The students in the school also lost some of them who liked to grow flowers and grasses, but they were impatient and discarded them when they saw that they didn't grow well. I tend to pick them up, tidy them up, put them on the windowsill in my dorm room, and water them every few days. It didn't take long to find that they were lush and energetic.

Over time, I have developed feelings for them. When I see them at work, I always like to say hello to them. Sometimes when I see one of them, I say:

I found that pothos and green-leaved spider plants were the best to raise, so I went to the flower market downstairs of my house and bought a pot of each and kept them in my own home. It's been five years now, and they've bred for generations.

Before the Spring Festival of 2020, when I went back to my hometown for the New Year, I thought that I would only stay in my hometown for a week at most, but I didn't expect that we would be separated by an epidemic in our hometown for 70 days.

I said to my friends in Wuhan, "I miss the flowers in my Wuhan home so much."

My friend said, "Life matters, and it doesn't matter what flowers." ”

I said to my family again: "When I go back this time, if those flowers and plants are still alive, it means that the flowers and plants have feelings for me." ”

The son laughed, and the son's father said, "You are dreaming." ”

As a result, when we returned to our home in Wuhan, the spider plant was not only alive, but also grew two phoenix tails, standing upright vividly: The pothos is also green.

It's cool in my heart, like seeing a long-lost relative.

The night before I left Wuhan, when I was watering them, I said to them, "No matter what the epidemic is? You must live well until I return. ”

They must have taken my words to heart, otherwise how could they have grown so well after 70 days of being left unattended.

People often say: "People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless." It means that the grass and trees are unforgiving.

In fact, plants and trees are sentient. Because of one of my admonitions, they have been starving for so long, and they have not failed me, and they look like this, and their attitudes are sideways. Let me ripple in my heart, and realize the deeper and broader meaning of life.

Flowers and plants are still affectionate, let alone us? I am reminded of the verses of Cangyang Gyatso:

See or not see you, or not me.

I was right there.

Not sad or happy. You read me, or you don't read me.

The love is there.

Don't come and go. You love me or not.

The love is there.

Neither increase nor decrease. You follow, or you don't.

My hand is in your hand.

Don't give up. Come into my arms.

Or. Let me dwell in your heart.

Silently in love. Silence likes.

A little more affection, a little more quiet beauty in the world!

People who have affection also have affection when they look at the grass and trees. There are interesting people who love and look at the grass and trees.

The old farmers in the mountains, the old cows around the old farmers, and the crops and distant mountains around the old cows are all natural existences, and they are all children of heaven and earth, is it beautiful? It's beautiful, and they've always been there.

Enjoy a poem: "The mountain family has nothing else to do on Chinese New Year's Eve, and the plum blossoms are inserted to celebrate the New Year." "There are plums and mountains, and the old farmers have years.

People live for a lifetime, and they must love something, just like the love of plants and trees for time. The old tree in the yard has grown silently for decades, blossoming and bearing fruit every year, who says it is not a member of this family? A sea of flowers in the journey, just happened to be met by you, it is waiting for you in the sedan chair, you are here, in this corner of the world, you and it, who dares to say that it is not a kind of fate?

You open the door in the morning, and the morning mist slips into your door, with an aura, and a poetic feeling, it comes, for you, to talk about how lucky you are!

The obsessive painter met with the grass and trees and landscapes, and wantonly told his heartfelt feelings. The folk artist, when he saw an old object, suddenly he couldn't walk, he really didn't want to go, he didn't feel enough to grope enough, he couldn't see enough, he didn't play enough, he didn't think enough, that thing, there was a kind of soul, hooked his heart, he was willing, he was infatuated, he became a painting, that object, there was the fragrance of wood, there was a deep and shallow line like flowing water, the line was the water in the long river of history, flowing and closing the manuscript and reading, so it flowed into the painting-painting.

Everything in the world has life, and plants and trees are also sentient, aren't they? How else can there be "people are not plants, practice can be ruthless"?

You see, the morning is quiet, the sun rises quietly, how brilliant and beautiful the morning glow is! The sun rises little by little, and the smiling face of the sunflower follows the light of the sun, and moves from east to west little by little, it is heartfelt for the sun, and its face is always overflowing with the light of the sun.

Noon came, the mimosa who settled on the balcony was encouraged by the father-in-law of the sun, straightened his waist, another naughty child, touched it gently, it immediately like a shy little girl, immediately closed the leaf, after a long time, its leaf gradually relaxed, it was sincerely attached to the leaf, what happened to the leaf, the other party immediately pulled out the knife to help, worthy of being twin brothers!

In the evening, the fire-like morning glow is beautiful, driving away the slightest chill for people. You see, the bees are returning to their nests after a busy day, and the flowers are waving to them! At this time, the flowers gradually closed the door and continued to weave sweet velvet so that the bees could make better honey.

Flowers are passionate about bees and provide each other with resources for a better life.

At night, the quiet night presents a quiet and peaceful scene, and everything is already immersed in a sweet sleep, at this time, the lovely evening grass is happily singing, dancing, enjoying every moment of life, and the evening grass is heartily in the night, they share the starlight and dew. Twilight and dreams.

The wildfire burns inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blows and grows" This is the poem of the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grass". The grass on the field is lush and lush, withered and grows, and it does not stop year after year, and the wildfire burns it incompletely, and the spring breeze blows and it is green again. When those weeds are green again, do you think it's an uplifting and inspiring thing?