Praise the Dirt Praise the dirt in a sentence or two

On weekdays, I only see people's appreciation of flowers, and I only hear people's admiration for the fragrance of flowers. People, have you ever thought that without the silent devotion of the soil, where can you smell the flowers, where can you find the flowers?

It is you who make the trees sprout and the flowers bloom; It is you who make the air fresher and clearer; It is you who fill the earth with the vitality of life!

I praise the earth, its fraternity and selflessness, its simplicity and strength, and its everything!

Clay contains the character of selfless dedication, carries the mission of nurturing all things, and represents a green and fresh life.

I praise you - dirt! You are willing to live at the bottom, never proud, never show off, and never want people to set up a monument for you and sing a hymn for you!

Earth; Thou hast been trampled on every day, but thou hast not complained;

Earth; You have carefully nurtured countless little lives, but you are unknown;

Earth; You have made an irreproducible contribution to humanity, but you have never publicized it ...

Yes! Earth; How, write it yourself! ~）

The soil is not as charming as a flower, nor as green as grass, nor as green as a tree.

Back strong. Spring, people.

The A: Sow the seeds into the soil, and in the fall, people harvest the fruits on the land and enjoy the joy of the harvest. Towering trees, flowers, and fluffy grass all take root in the soil. On the ground, there are many kinds of animals, from giant elephants and bison to spiders and ants.

The barren soil can build a house, the fertile soil can be planted, but the soil of the hometown can express the deep affection of overseas travelers. The top of the earth is for all things to live in, and below it there is a clear spring, the big whales, and the small microorganisms. It is buried deep with a wide variety of minerals.

It records the vicissitudes of history and writes the history of the great civilizations of all nations in the world.

The dirt is obscure and never shows off. In the garden, the fragrant flowers are praised, but the soil that nurtures them is unknown; High-rise buildings were built, people praised its majesty and comfort, and no one would mention its merits in the brick-burning earth.

Yes! Earth; You give everything to others without expecting anything in return. The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns into ash and tears begin to dry. Isn't this your quality?

That's what I mean by my praise for the dirt.

You are the messenger of flowers, you are the angel of the earth...

。Earth; Thou hast been trampled on every day, but thou hast not complained;

Earth; You have carefully nurtured countless little lives, but you are unknown;

Earth; You have made an irreproducible contribution to humanity, but you have never publicized it ...

Clay, you pay silently for others, selfless dedication, very great, so that I admire it very much!

Clay How selfless you are to serve people and let what they grow grow. Use the analogy because the computer is too stuck, and the back is not big, write it yourself)

Even if you become a handful of dirt, as long as it is paved on the road to the truth, and let your companions rush through it in stride, it is the greatest happiness to strive to be the soil for cultivating geniuses.

A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck new mud. The flowers are gradually charming to the eye, and the asakusa can have no horseshoe. The favorite lake is not enough to go east, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade.