Urgent!! A 600 word excellent essay is required.

Spring is a season of reverie, it is not as hot as summer, but the temperature is moderate; It is not like the autumn when the grass and trees are withered and yellow, but full of vitality and greenery; It's not like the snow in winter, but the breeze gusts. I like the reverie of spring, and I like the story of spring even more. The grass has such a touching story, spring has arrived, it has broken through the soil after many painful struggles, to meet the first day of sunshine and rain, to breathe the first breath of fresh air, it smiles, swaying in the breeze to its heart's content, it is free and easy, tender green leaves dot the earth.

Regardless of the wind or rain, it does its best to send the most beautiful blessings and laughter for spring. The strength of Xiaocao is touching, and its spirit of not being afraid of hardship is inspiring. Throughout the ages, how many poets, lyricists, and writers have praised Xiaocao, although its life is short, it does not hesitate to dedicate itself to spring, it is great!

The hillside has a touching story: as the bell of spring rings, everything on the hillside comes back to life as if it had been touched, and the original lifelessness has become vibrant, and they all stretch their waists, wash off the dust on their faces, apply smooth oil, and all of them are radiant. They also occupy every corner of the hillside as if they were grabbing territory, and the little grass and flowers complement each other; Butterflies and bees work together; The tall and low trees are pitching up, and these beautiful scenes contrast with other scenes, which is really unique.

The river has a beautiful story to tell: as the landscape around the river continues to recover, it wants to show its most beautiful side. It was flowing with a tinkling sound, much brighter than before, and in the bright sunlight, it shone brightly, as if wearing a flash costume, dazzling.

The water is crystal clear, with a sweet taste and a pure fragrance. O little river! Stream!

I didn't expect you to really have a set. There are many stories of spring, as long as you pay attention to the little bits and pieces around you, you will find them vivid, mysterious and beautiful, with you will bring you full shock and amazement, they all exude a noble temperament, pleasing to the eye! Spring, the season of fabulous!

Life is small, like a grain of golden sand in the sea; Life is great, just like the tall pines on Mount Tai. Our parents gave us this beautiful thing of life, it is very precious, it belongs to us only once. We live in this world, and we encounter a lot of suffering.

Some people fall in the face of suffering, and some people easily give up their lives in the face of no suffering at all.

At one of the discussions, a well-known orator strode up to the podium, holding a bill in his hand. He faced the 200 people in the room and asked"Does anyone want that $20?

One by one, the hands were raised. He went on to say:"I'm going to give the $20 to one of you, but until then, allow me to do one thing.

He crumpled the bill and asked"Who wants more? "Hands were still raised.

And he said:"So, what if I did? "

He threw the bill to the ground, stepped on another foot, and stepped on it with his foot. Then he picked up the bill, which was dirty and crumpled.

Who wants it now? "Someone still raised their hands.

Reading this article, I had a deep sense that no matter what the orator did with that bill, people still wanted it because it wasn't dirty, wrinkled, and it was still worth $20. On the road of life, we will be struck down by failures or setbacks that we encounter countless times. However, we should believe that our lives, like the $20, will never lose their value, and we should cherish our lives as priceless treasures forever.

In school, we often see such a scene, in the corridor, several classmates are rampage, not caring about the classmates around them at all; In front of the railing, some students stood on tiptoe, and even climbed on the railing, looking down curiously; On the stairs, a classmate did not go downstairs, but sat on the handrail and slid down ......

Whenever I see such a scene, my heart beats like a little rabbit. Have these students ever thought about the consequences of such behavior? Once the classmates running in the corridor collide, they often have blue noses and swollen faces, and their heads are broken and bleeding; Once a classmate on the railing falls, the consequences are sad; If you slide down from the handrail, as long as you don't pay attention to it, you will fall, resulting in fractures and brain ......Human life is fragile, and once something happens to life, it will leave permanent scars; Once a healthy body is lost, it can never be recovered.

Our life is to cherish, to love, to love the family, to love the country, to love the world, and we must not give up our lives easily because of a little difficulty.

Noble mute.

When I was a child, there was a mute living in our village.

One day, Wang Po next door scolded on the street, it turned out that there was one biggest watermelon missing in her watermelon field.

She was scolding the man who stole her watermelon.

When the mute man heard this, he took a watermelon from his house, put it at the feet of the princess, and without saying a word, turned and left.

Wang Po was silent, and she stopped scolding.

However, we don't know why the dumb man brought a watermelon, whether he stole this watermelon from Wang Po, and his conscience found out that he returned it to Wang Po, or he planted it himself, and gave it to Wang Po, just because he didn't mean that Wang Po was suspicious of the whole village because she lost a watermelon

He's a mute, he can't say anything.

But, I know, he is noble, and his nobility lies in the fact that he does not explain anything: whether it is his guilt, whether he is good or giving, whether he is a bad person, whether he is a good person

In our daily lives, we explain too much. You often say: Don't say it, can you listen to me?

Have you ever thought about how weak a person's language is in the face of doubt and speculation?

In fact, there is no language in this world that can bear witness to you.

Be a noble mute. Your good and bad are in your silence, your sorrows and joys are in your silence, your truth and falsehood are in your silence.

Maybe in this world, there is nothing true or false, good or evil, sorrow or joy, just because you explain, because you desire to be more true, to be kinder, to love more, to desire more You have become false, evil, and bad.

Be a noble mute. There is ** in your silence, if you don't think you are the one you love, no one thinks you hate; If you don't think you're good, no one thinks you're evil; If you don't fight, no one will rob you; If you don't confess yourself, no one will insult you.

If you don't say it, no one will ask; If you don't judge others, no one will judge you.

Noble mute, your silence has your **.

You're 2 years old, and you still can't write essays!

Transmission》 The sunlight passes through the shadows of the trees and transmits a spring to the soul. — Inscription.

One person, one turtle, one world.

Spring surrounds the houses. It was another bright afternoon, I squatted in front of the glazed porcelain jar and sang to the tortoise, and the spider plant slanted out a touch of new green, reflected in the shallow water, which was my grandfather's paradise. But my grandfather's turtle seems to be missing one.

I rubbed behind my grandfather, who was watering the flowers with all his heart. "What about the other one? I whispered, and my grandfather's hand shook inadvertently, and he was silent for a long time, hoarsely

Another one moved over and missed his hometown, so he went back. Oh! I jumped away, not having time to think about the deep meaning of the silence.

The flowers, purple and red, seem to be the joy of giggling when I stepped on a turtle with my grandfather's support when I was a child, but they told me that I should be quiet and never be like when I was a child.

I looked back at my grandfather in amazement. Lonely, arrogant, and much thinner, like the turtle in the porcelain jar with its neck stretched out to listen to spring, very peaceful.

A shadow, a window, a distant view.

In the old house where the turtle "returned by attachment", there was always a visit.

As soon as we turned the corner, before we reached the downstairs, we saw the longing gaze of my grandfather on the seventh floor, and suddenly, a happy light flashed.

When he went downstairs, he turned a corner, but he still heard his grandfather shouting "let's go", "come again" and so on, he must have been lying on the small window again.

But I am willing to meet his gaze, hear his shouts, and enjoy the warmth of being cared for.

It's just that there is no small window in the new house anymore, so he is standing in front of the polished floor-to-ceiling glass, in the faint breathing circles, in the thick and light, light and strong tea!

Looking forward to it, I turned that full of love into me silently moving behind my back.

Why do you need to touch the transmission of the heart? The light of self-love is cast from the silent back, from the gaze of the gaze. My grandfather gave me this warm transmission as early as the window in front of the flower, and it was stored in plain words.

The spring of the soul, in a touching moment, dyed the prosperous earth, and love spread.