In the essay on the metaphor of plants, I should also write about the deeds of these people 5

Here comes the summer.

In the pond, the water surface is covered with green lotus leaves, like a dense jade umbrella, covering the water surface tightly. The green lotus leaves are rolling with glowing dewdrops, and the morning breeze sends a faint lotus fragrance, which blows through like layers of green waves, like pieces of jade.

Soon after, the buds came out of the sludge, looking at the buds waiting to be released, some stood proudly on the branches, some hidden under the leaves, they all patiently waited for the roots to be fed, the leaves were nurtured, and they were always looking forward to the day when they would get ahead.

The flowers are blooming, the emerald green lotus leaves are from it, a branch is slim and elegant, the tender Xin condensing beads, the fragrant lotus flowers, like a shy girl, the face is crimson, smiling slightly, which reminds people: the lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red.

Thanks, do you think all she left behind is the memories in people's minds? No, she left behind a lotus pod.

Behold, the lotus is like a little bowl full of rare things, which shakes gently with the wind, as if it were showing off themselves proudly.

The lotus flower is not as graceful and luxurious as the peony, not as cold as the plum blossom, nor as small and delicate as the orchid, however, she silently disperses the fragrance of the scorching heat and sends a trace of coolness.

I love the lotus, I love her slim posture, and I love her even more"Out of the mud without staining"Gao Feng Liang Festival!

On the way from Xinhe to Wenling, there is a Shicangxia Village, where there are three century-old camphor trees. Three trees grow in the same place, like three brothers. Everyone who passes by for the first time will pay attention to them.

Every time I pass by here, I can't help but take a few looks. Their trunks are so thick that two people can't hold each trunk together. Just look at their trees to see how much they have endured, how hard it has been:

The trunk of the tree was cracked all over, and in some places there was a scar the size of a bowl; There are also places where the clothes do not cover the body, revealing the skin; In other places, they are hollow and have become homes for small animals; There are also plants that live on their bodies and entangle them all day long. Look up: the scars must have been left in the summer, and they must have been torn like this, they must have been the work of thunder and lightning; The ones on this branch were left by Yun Na back then, and they were all broken, but they branched out a lot of branches on this "scar"; This must have been sawn off when people were building houses—and there was no more of it when they got to the neighboring houses; It's definitely bug-eaten, and it's hollow ...... insideEven though they have been tortured so much, and if you look up, they will surprise you if they are willing to do it, and you see, they are still so "energetic" and "don't care":

In spring, they are covered in fresh green; In summer, they shade the clouds and let people cool off beneath them; In autumn and winter, the leaves of other trees have fallen off, but they are still so green. Looking at these three big camphor trees, I thought of those disabled people in society. Some of them have upper body disabilities and can only rely on their feet, some have lower body disabilities and cannot walk, and some are ......Especially the athletes who experienced the 2008 Beijing Paralympic Games.

These athletes have experienced the tribulations of disability since childhood. However, these athletes were not disabled, not discouraged, overcame all kinds of difficulties, fought tenaciously on the sports field, surpassed themselves, and created the glory of 2008! Isn't this tenacious spirit worth learning from?

Pines, chrysanthemums, orchids, plum blossoms, you can all write.

The wildfire burns inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blows and grows", this poem is a poem that describes the tenacious vitality of the grass. Nature is a wordless book, which taught me to understand the preciousness of life and the tenacity of life!

Human life is like grass. In a person's life, there will be many ups and downs, just like the grass, which may be scorched by the merciless fire at any time, but scorching does not mean the end of life, on the contrary, it means a new beginning of life! The relentless fire is like a bump in a person's life, it may be a disease or a heart-wrenching lesson!

But it doesn't mean the end of everything! It doesn't mean the end of life! In the long river of life, there are often many things that you can't change after your efforts, but you have worked hard for it, and in the end, you can still proudly tell people "I am successful"!

In fact, living in this world, there are many tenacious lives around you that are struggling. It's painful, but it's motivating! Let me know the preciousness of life!

I remember an incident where there was a man who was seriously ill and that was not curable by today's medicine. The pain he endured every day was indescribable!

But he fought the disease tenaciously! I remember when he couldn't walk on the ground; Remember when he was half paralyzed; I still remember that when the pain made him unable to breathe, he was still fighting tenaciously; He still smiled and said to us, "Wait until I go back"! However, he has never overcome fate, although he still yearns for a better tomorrow!

When people were still immersed in the sound of the happy firecrackers of the New Year, he closed his eyes and fell asleep as usual, but the difference was that he could not wake up, he left us forever! The pain in the hearts of each of us cannot be expressed in words. However, when we look at his ** with tears in our eyes, his sunny smile seems to tell us:

Don't feel sorry for me, although I have left you forever, but I have worked hard to fight the disease, I have no regrets, I am successful, because I have worked hard! "He may be gone from us, but there will always be him in our hearts, and he inspires me! He's like grass, he's tenacious, he's brave!

I don't think I should shed tears for him, because he is now probably starting over in another beautiful world! I should bless him silently here!

In the withering of the grass, I read tenacity! As he struggled with pain, I read life! Nature has given us infinite knowledge to experience the mysteries of it in our growing years!

In the wordless book of nature, we will read its meaning; read its philosophy; As young people in the new century, let us sing the hymn of life and hold up the sun of tomorrow of the motherland! Let's struggle.