A lyrical composition on the topic of grass .

Tenacious Grass

When it comes to grass, everyone will take it as a symbol of weakness. Indeed, it is very small, very weak, and can carry even a drop of dew.

Its leaves are pressed very low. I love grass, not only because it signals the arrival of spring and symbolizes this new beginning, but more importantly because of it.

That admirable vitality.

The grass is not as triumphant as the big trees. Look at the big trees, and then look at the grass, and it is natural to feel that the grass is so small.

Small, in fact, its inner strength is too big to compare. The grass is not as colorful as the flowers, but I think there is no grass.

of green, how monotonous the colors of the world will become.

Spring is coming, and the grass breaks through the soil, tender and green, and spreads the earth. 10,000, 100 million trees no one can count.

How many trees, so many small grasses gathered together, worthy of the ancient poets called them.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly.

A variety of living plants.

They are afraid of storms. The storm is the scattered flowers, the flowers and leaves are lost; It can make the branches of large trees scattered, and the high places are unbearable.

But it. There is nothing that can be done about the weak grass.

Have you ever seen a storm in which the flowers and trees are changed, but the grass rests on the ground unharmed?

Wherever there is soil, you can see the traces of grass when the sun is warm.

It is this ordinary and weak plant that grows silently.

Growing up in the world, people don't know about it, they don't discover it.

The grass is ordinary, but its vitality is tenacious. It is this obstruction, the choice of nature, that makes it be.

Have a tenacious will. We should also be unafraid of resistance, be strong and unyielding in the face of any difficulties, and fight against nature.

From now on, I don't envy the tall and straight trees, I don't love the delicate and gorgeous flowers, but I love the tenacity and tenacity of the grass, it makes me feel.

I have experienced life and hope, which motivates me to work hard.

Grass can be found everywhere, and it is very common. But it adds a touch of green to the earth.

So it's worth a lifetime.

The vitality of the grass is particularly tenacious.

Aren't there two poems that praise the tenacious vitality of the grass? ：

Wildfires can't be burned, spring.

The wind blows and grows. I admire the grass, it is not afraid of wind and rain. Despite the storm, he still stood upright in the wind and rain, like a body.

Soldiers in green uniforms stick to their posts like that.

Whenever the wind and rain pass, Xiaocao straightens its waist, as if to tell people its stubbornness.

Strong. How worthy of our learning is the tenacious quality of Xiaocao!

I sing for the grass, because the grass adds greenery and life to the earth, but it never asks for anything in return. Our beloved old.

Doesn't the teacher have the spirit of selfless dedication of Xiaocao? Our teachers work in obscurity, and they give them to us.

all. The teacher only hopes that we will study well, have good moral character, and be a useful person to society in the future, but they want nothing else from us. Small.

The grass is selfless dedication to the earth, the teacher is selfless dedication to us, and the spirit and character of the grass are not exactly the spirit and character of our beloved teacher.

Is it a true portrayal of the grid?

Some people like tall and straight green pines, some people like fragrant and elegant orchids, and some people like bright and proud plum blossoms, but I like the ordinary and inconspicuous grass.

Whenever spring comes, the tender green grass is awakened by the spring breeze. The newly-born grass absorbs the rain and dew of spring and grows vigorously in the spring breeze.

Whenever the scorching sun scorched the earth, everything seemed listless, and the cicadas on the trees kept calling "know, know", as if to say to people: "Hot, hot." At this time, only the grass is growing tenaciously, silently, showing people the green that represents full of life, and covering the summer earth with a green carpet.

Whenever a cool autumn breeze blows, the geese fly south, everything matures, and the grass turns from green to yellow, but it still looks so lovely, because it represents the arrival of golden autumn.

When the wind is cold and the snow is falling, the grass dries up. But its roots are still so tenacious that they reach into the earth, accumulating strength and waiting for the next spring. Just like the poem of the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi, "The wildfire burns inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blows and grows."

This is a tribute to the tenacious vitality of the grass.

The tenacious vitality of Xiaocao is something that each of us should learn. Regardless of the wind and rain, the grass never bends down, and there is a way to "know the strength of the grass in the wind". No matter how difficult it is or how bad the environment is, we should not be afraid to evade our responsibilities, but bravely shoulder the burden of the motherland and do our part for the rejuvenation of the nation and the prosperity of the country.

The root is the source of life, and if the root does not die, life will not stop. I once went to Huashan and saw the cloud pine on the cliff. Yun Song leaned out to look down on the deep valley, and now it relied on the roots that had been inserted into the cracks in the stone and clung to the boulder.

The stability of the roots can make the trunk of the tree unmoved by the baptism of the mountain wind and rain, and let the branches and leaves feel the beautiful rainbow after the rain. I once went to Dunhuang and saw a few cacti on the edge of the beach. Cacti are short, growing a few feet above the ground and soaking up the sun.

But according to locals, the cactus is only about one-third the size of its underground roots. The roots are deep in the ground and absorb water to supply the branches.

This is how Gen plays the hardest and least known role. It is always the dependence of life. There are roots, no matter how difficult the environment, life can always sprout.

Bai Juyi once experienced that "wildfires are inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows". As long as weeds have roots, life will never stop.

Root is dependence. For the soaring eagle, the root is the earth; For those who go out, the root is home; For travelers who travel abroad, the root is the hometown; For the wanderers living abroad, the root is the motherland.

The leaves fall back to the roots, and the weathered leaves on the branches pounce on the roots at the last moment of their lives. The roots attract them with a magical power. A hundred years ago, Hong Kong and Macao were like young leaves blown away from their roots by the wind, and this taste was bitter.

A hundred years later, Hong Kong returned to the motherland in 1997 and Macau will return in 1999. The leaf found the root, and the leaf broke through everything to find the root.

Roots are the foundation, and the taller the trunk, the deeper and wider the roots. The roots always have the same volume as the canopy. Only when the roots are deep can the leaves flourish.

This is Gen, a mother who hides silently underground, and she uses her body to support her offspring. When you marvel at the tall and strange trees again, marvel at the lush greenery of the leaves, and marvel at the beauty of the flowers, think about that root, look at the ground under your feet, maybe there is a root worthy of your amazement.

The association of grass is associated with life and flowers, and the messenger of flowers.

There is no fragrance of flowers, no height of trees, I am a little grass that I don't know. Never lonely, never worried, you see my friends all over the world—".

Have you ever noticed that whenever spring comes, these little grasses quietly break through the soil, stretch out the tender leaves and the breeze blows, you seem to see the little grass bowing to you, the little grass, with its emerald green clothes to dress the earth for four nights, making spring more beautiful, charming, now is spring, can you feel it?

However, in the scorching summer, when the sun scorched the earth, and the flowers that were admired by people in the spring, all drooped their heads, and seemed to have no spirit, these little grasses still stubbornly held their heads high and withstood the heat; When the storm hits, although the grass is staggered by the wind and rain, they have no place to succumb and are still firmly rooted in the soil, regardless of the wind and rain.

You must have seen grass growing on the prairie such as carpet grass growing on the soft lawn from TV, but have you ever seen the grass pressed under the rocks? In order to grow, no matter how heavy the stones on it are and how narrow the gaps between the stones are, it always twists and turns, ** unyieldingly sticks out of the ground, at this time, you will definitely be moved by the tenacious spirit of Xiaocao.

The grass is so small, before the flowers bloom, when the trees burst green, the grass silently emerges from the soil, spit out a little unnoticed spring green, the grass is so green, it seems to give up all the green that has accumulated for a year.

The weeds are inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows. "Xiaocao's tenacious spirit is an example for us to learn from.

A weedy grass.

The night is getting deeper, the street lights are getting clearer and clearer, and the soul is getting more and more lonely. A person wanders alone on the streets, not knowing that he is going to **. Everyone is coming to their own end, and I, with no beginning and no end, just wandering aimlessly, like a ghost.

If I don't know the outcome, maybe I'll wait forever. If the waiting is fruitless, maybe it will keep waiting. It is also a kind of beauty to wait for the beauty.

If we wait for the result, no matter what the result is, we may not continue to have regretful sadness, and no matter which one it is, maybe I will go on slowly with this only memory, and slowly fantasize about ......

Maybe God destined me to be a weeping grass ......

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