Essay on Urgency to Borrow Metaphors 400 Words 10

I love you, grass.

Xiaocao, you are so small, so unsightly. But every time I see you coming out of the cracks in the walls, the ridges of the roofs, or even the cracks in the hard stone, I can't help but be impressed by your tenacious vitality and express my heartfelt admiration.

A small grass with four or five thin leaves, and there are hairy hairs on the leaves. It has a well-developed root system and grows a lot densely. The closer you get to the soil, the more senescent and even wilted the leaves there, giving off a slight smell of decay.

The farther away from the soil, the closer it is to the sun, the more proud it becomes, the more verdant it becomes, it refers to the sky, and it is full of spirit.

The grass, not as tall as the big tree, stands proudly on the earth, looking at the big tree, and then looking at the grass, it is natural to feel that the grass is so weak, but the other strength is too big to compare. The grass is not as colorful as other flowers, so no one has ever really boasted about it. I think that if it weren't for the green of the grass, the colors of the world would be so monotonous.

Some people like flowers, some people like big trees, but I like grass. I like the ordinariness of the grass, I like the weakness of the grass, I like the simplicity of the grass, I like the crystal of the grass, I like the romance of the grass, I like the toughness of the grass, the grass; People usually see you as a symbol of weakness. Indeed, you are very small, and even a small drop of dew can make you bow your head.

Spring is coming, you quietly arch through the soil, no matter how cold the wind is, you are quietly long. Tender, green and chic sprinkled all over the field. One, ten, hundred, ten thousand like the stars in the sky; No one can count.

No matter what the soil, you slowly taste the freshness of spring, the fragrance of summer, the golden yellow of autumn, and the whiteness of winter. You have firmly rooted the roots of perseverance and perseverance into the soil and stretched out in all directions, which can be described as strong and steadfast. "The wind knows the strength of the grass, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

Every time, the wind rages, you become stronger. With each rain wash, your leaves become greener. Little by little, the power of life is accumulated, rooted in your beliefs and ideals, waiting to bloom the wreath of life.

Xiaocao, although you do not have the heroic posture of green pines, the grace of weeping willows, the splendor of peach and plum, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, but you are full of the vitality of nature, you have taken deep roots in my heart, you have become my favorite plant, and you have made me understand that as a person, what I need most is tenacious spirit.

I want to learn from the tenacious spirit of Xiaocao!!

I love you, grass.

Go and copy the text of Mahogany or Peanuts.

Poplar's text is pretty good!

A teacher for one day, a father for life. The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of the cultivators of the flowers of the motherland, the pillars of the pillars of the motherland, and the teachers who have paid silently for us.

An ordinary cylinder, cloaked in red, with an "antenna" on its head, is a candle.

Candles are a very common item, I'm sure everyone has seen candles! It's very cheap and it's available all over the world. You must be surprised to see this, candles are so common, why should I go to such lengths to introduce them?

It is true that candles are ordinary, but I am deeply attracted by the spirit of silently giving to others. It illuminates itself, illuminates others, and does not ask for anything in return. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of the cultivators of the flowers of the motherland, the pillars of the pillars of the motherland, and the teachers who have paid silently for us.

Every day, the teacher comes back to school early to teach us the principles of life and impart a wealth of knowledge. Everyone says that the teacher is a gardener, a guiding light in the vast sea of people. But I would say that the teacher is a candle.

A teacher for one day, a father for life. "The teacher has cultivated the flowers of our motherland with hard work and sweat, so that we have become contributors to the motherland, and we have never been selfish to ourselves and do not ask for anything in return. If there is no teacher in your life, just like there is no candle in the event of a power outage, your life will fall into darkness.

At this time, I remembered an ancient poem I memorized last semester: The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. This sentence could not be more suitable for teachers.

The teacher still insists on attending classes until his gray hair is gray, like a candle, sacrificing himself to illuminate others.

Candles, it's so ordinary, and it's so great. In the future, I will also be like a candle, silently pay for the society, selfless dedication!

Teachers are selfless, and they deserve all praise.

Some liken teachers to diligent gardeners who take good care of us so that we can thrive; Some people say that teachers are our mentors on the journey of learning, and they are the ones who lead us to the other side of success; It is also said that a teacher is like a machine that never stops working; But I would say that the teacher is like a candle. "The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry" This sentence could not be more appropriate for the teacher. The teacher imparts knowledge to us in obscurity and takes us to swim in the ocean of knowledge.

Like a teacher of candles.

The calendar turned over page by page, time passed in a hurry, and "Teacher's Day" came to us silently with light steps.

Some liken teachers to diligent gardeners who take good care of us so that we can thrive; Some people say that teachers are our mentors on the journey of learning, and they are the ones who lead us to the other side of success; It is also said that a teacher is like a machine that never stops working; But I would say that the teacher is like a candle. "The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry" This sentence could not be more appropriate for the teacher. The teacher imparts knowledge to us in obscurity and takes us to swim in the ocean of knowledge.

Whenever after school, I would always see the teachers still carefully correcting homework and preparing lessons in the company of those electric lights, and even in order to make us understand more thoroughly and learn more solidly, the teacher did not hesitate to spend a long time to make a lot of models. Every tick on the workbook and every red cross embodies the sweat of the teacher. When we have a problem that we don't understand, the teacher will always patiently explain to us, "The teacher's kindness is as heavy as a mountain" and "The grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring".

Students, don't wait until your career is successful, just today, just day and night when teachers and students get along, we must dedicate our sincere thanks and good wishes to our teachers, so that our teachers can always feel the heat flow of love from students!

They work hard, they are willing to serve others, what are they poor all their lives for? In order to cultivate more high-quality talents for the country, the teachers are an inconspicuous candle, a candle that is silently dedicated at a critical moment, they sacrifice their precious youth, but they have cultivated batches of pillars for the country.