Essay on the metaphor of the river 10

It always grows carefree, and never wants anyone to prune, fertilize, or water it, but it is as green as ever, and it still stretches out its arms in the cold wind to welcome the arrival of the winter god, whether it is big or small, in the barren or fertile land, it is so firm and upright. Vibrant.

When we put our roots into the soil, we are plowing the soil, and when you pull us out, the soil has already been plowed; In addition, when it rains, we are able to prevent the soil from being washed away by the rain; When it dries, we can stop strong winds from blowing up sand and dust; We are the soldiers who guard your yard, and without us, you would not have been able to enjoy planting and admiring the flowers, because the wind will blow away the dirt and the rain will wash it away. So, I hope that when you see the flowers in full bloom, you will be able to remember the benefits we have brought to you. "Grass is a very ordinary thing, but grass has fiber, protein, and fat.

Grass protein can be used as feed and fertilizer fields.

Xiaocao has courage, tenacious spirit, perseverance, invincible charm, he does not have the beauty of flowers, does not have the height of a big tree, it only has a spirit to support it, like a tile obscurity, selfless dedication to its life!!

The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days.

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On the eve of the vernal equinox, the ethereal sky is full of stars, and the silent path is full of spring melody, so the plain and quiet life has a new face, and the vitality of life is radiated in this elegant melody. I was walking leisurely in the calm of the field, mixed with a hint of noise, when suddenly, a burst of words disturbed my childish mind. "Hey!

Dude, tomorrow is the vernal equinox, isn't it time for us to sprout? What's the hurry! Isn't it the spring equinox, and it's not too late to wait for the rain to sprout!

If the vernal equinox doesn't sprout, we're going to be behind the rest of the grasses! "When I heard these deep voices, I realized that they were grass. "I'm going to send it to you!

Let me rest for another season! A day later, I was still crouching here, and I watched in amazement when I saw a small green grass sprouting sharp horns out of the hard earth. A week later, I was still cautiously squatting here, watching their every move, and happened to see the tall grass bend down, like a kind old man, leaning over and saying:

Hey, man, didn't you say you had a break for the season? Why haven't you sent it now? It's the long-lost sentence "What's the hurry?" again.

In response to its question, the tall grass felt helpless and could not awaken its confusion, so it straightened its waist and began to grow again. After a month, the two grasses remained the same. Summer is coming, only to see that the grass that is willing to grow has grown into a tall and lush, refreshing and natural grass, under the blowing of the breeze, full of style, and the sleepy grass, at this time, as if feeling the summer heat, the scorching sun exposure, so that it can breathe, so it broke out of the ground, but it is at a loss, because all the grasses except it are exceptionally neat and tall, their height may be a million times their own, I know today, why bother at the beginning, think of these, just sprouted grass poop......is the same grass, one chooses to struggle, one chooses to wait, one chooses to move forward, and one chooses to cower; It is the same grass, one can keep pace with the times, one can only stagger, one can be proud in the breeze, and one can only cry slightly in the grass; The same grass, one seizes the opportunity, the other gives up the opportunity, the 'opportunity' is often there and the 'seize the opportunity' is not common.

I couldn't help but sigh to myself.

Chalk praiseWhen the students copied the knowledge written by the teacher on the blackboard, have you ever thought about what left the handwriting on the blackboard so that we can get the knowledge? As my classmates know, it's chalk.

The chalk is short and white, and looks very inconspicuous, with one end pointed and one end wide, like a wooden stick. It is made of lime. You don't think it's short, small, inconspicuous, and not as shiny and ornate as pens, brushes, and pencils, but it can be far more useful than pens, brushes, and pencils.

It is precisely because of this little chalk that he silently sacrificed himself that he cultivated batch after batch of outstanding talents in the motherland.

In the classroom, the chalk is silently lying on the ordinary lectern, silently waiting to dedicate his life, the gray-haired teacher, taking its white and flawless body, let it dance freely with the sound of "squeak", with the graceful dance of chalk, on its unique stage, depicting a line of handsome and beautiful fonts. However, with the end of this "song of dedication", the chalk's body gradually shortened and ended. But it was never afraid, but silently shortened until it was reduced to powder and vanished into the air.

Although it does not have a mouth that can speak well, and a gorgeous coat, and some of it is only silently giving, it is no wonder that some people will compare it to the most glorious profession under the sun - teachers.

Do you still underestimate this little chalk? There is greatness in the ordinary.

Niu Niu is ordinary, but it's also great.

The cow has a pair of horns on its head, slender limbs, a strong body, and an elongated tail. Young and strong cows can pull ploughs, cows can produce milk, cows can make shoes, and beef can be eaten. In the countryside, it can be found everywhere.

The ox dedicates his life to the people, only to die silently in a corner of the cowshed without asking for anything in return. No one pays attention to the death of a cow, and no one remembers what it has done for us after it dies. Cattle are like this, born in obscurity in the world, and left in obscurity, but left many things for people.

And it never asks for anything, just a pile of hay and a cowshed.

This obscure cow reminds me of people like it in my life. Farmers who farm, factory workers, school teachers, they are like cattle, working in obscurity without asking for much reward. And how can society continue to exist without them?

Without farmers, people would have no food and vegetables to eat; Without workers, there would be no high-rise buildings; Without teachers, students can't learn.

Respect the cow, it is diligent, hard-working, and selfless dedication to people in obscurity.