The tenacious vitality of the grass must have touched you. Please talk about it in combination with your own life. !

"Without the fragrance of flowers and the height of trees, I am a grass that no one knows." Every time I sing this song, my thoughts fly far away ... around my life, in the vast land and fields, ordinary and simple grass can be seen everywhere.

In spring, grass sprouts from the fields, awakens the sleeping earth and frozen rivers, and quietly looks at this world full of spring. Its life brings green and the breath of spring to the earth. In autumn, the grass puts a golden coat on the earth, reflecting the golden ears of corn, red sorghum and heavy soybeans in the field, showing the beautiful harvest; In winter, although the north wind roared and the grass was covered with goose feather-like snow, it still maintained its tenacious vitality, blended with red plum and pine and cypress, and fought against the snow proudly and resolutely, forming a beautiful snow map.

You see, most of these grasses are like those oil workers who "have blue sky above their heads and tread on the wasteland". They work on the production line all the year round. Although the conditions are difficult, they can be seen everywhere in wasteland, beside derrick, pumping unit, electric pump well, metering room and other posts, leaving their youthful footprints everywhere. Regardless of fame and fortune, they are unknown, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, regardless of the heat and cold, they work hard in the production line, and they make their own contributions to the cause of the motherland with unrepentant youth and years in obscurity.

Ordinary, selfless, dedication, this is the character of grass. How can I love it without respecting it! I love grass and those ordinary and great oil workers. Let us paint the bright future of oil workers and the motherland in the new era with a brush full of wisdom!

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Proud grass

Some people like flowers, some people like big trees, but I like grass. I like ordinary grass, I like delicate grass, I like the simplicity of grass, I like the crystal of grass, I like the romance of grass, I like the tenacity of grass, grass; People usually regard you as a symbol of weakness. Indeed, you are so small that even a small drop of dew can make you lower your head. Spring is coming, and you quietly break through the ground. No matter how cold the wind is, you are still long. Tender, green and drizzly, all over vilen. One, ten, a hundred, ten thousand, just like the stars in the sky; No one can count it clearly. No matter what soil it is, you slowly taste the freshness of spring, the fragrance of summer, the golden color of autumn and the white color of winter. You put the root of persistence and perseverance firmly into the soil and extend it in all directions. It can be said that it is deeply rooted and unwavering. "The wind knows the grass, and they grow taller in the spring breeze." Every time the wind rages, you become stronger. Every time the rain washes away, your leaves are greener. Accumulate the strength of life a little bit, rooted in your own beliefs and ideals, waiting for the garland of life to bloom.

I sincerely praise grass, grass; You are ordinary, you are just a green leaf, and you are great. You have integrated yourself into the world. Your ordinary comes from many obstacles, the laws of nature. Your greatness comes from the bumpy road, and you choose to be strong. Grass; You don't have the pride of pine and cypress. You look for a way to survive with humility. You won't hate barren land, and you won't be afraid of harsh environment. You don't care if people trample on it. You are not afraid of difficulties and obstacles. On the mountain, on the cliff, in the crevice of the stone, even in the gap between crops and seedlings in the field, as long as there is land, you will exist. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller in the spring breeze." This is the praise of ancient poets.

I began to envy grass, grass; Your simple and generous gesture contains simple and vigorous beauty. You don't have the gorgeous and fragrant flowers, but you have a green fragrance. A faint fragrance permeates the life of the years. In the long tunnel, it is full and tenacious, constant and long. The wind is coming; You sing and dance lightly, and the rain is coming; You are a hero. When you go to Qiu Lai in spring, your singing is high. On a sunny and charming day, you look up at the blue sky and leisurely clouds float gently in your field of vision. A sureness and tranquility stay in my heart. Because of strength, life has connotation, and because of ideals, years are long and lasting.

I began to worship grass, grass; I admire your great vitality. I admire your sincerity in simplicity and greatness in mediocrity. Spring is coming, and you are full of energy. Autumn has passed, and you are still graceful, casting green evergreen with your hard work. You have rendered the green eternity with your life. I admire you. Under the trampling of passers-by, under the pressure of the strong, under the scorching sun and under the attack of frost and snow, you never give in. I admire you for climbing out of the severe winter, giving spring a majestic appearance and giving life to the earth. Grass; From the fine veins of your leaves, I see the tenacity and hardness of your life. Because of you in Qian Qian, the world is full of green grass. Land is your life station. You will go to the wider world from here. Years have passed thousands of years, tens of thousands of years. You haven't changed your appearance. You have traveled all over the country, all over Qian Shan, and decorated the beautiful rivers and mountains of the motherland.

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Who first reported the flood information in spring to people? Is it willow, winter jasmine or cuckoo? No, ordinary grass reported it to us first!

Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller in the spring breeze. This is a poem used by the ancients to praise the grass.

You see, it rained several times in succession. If you poke the hay close to the ground with your hand, you can see clusters of light green grass hidden below. It quietly came to the world with the footsteps of spring. Although it does not have the eye-catching flowers like the winter jasmine, the colorful branches like the willow, and the crisp singing like the cuckoo. It is an ordinary grass. When it was lying under it, its thin body couldn't see anything special about it, but it gave all the green it had stored all the year round to the earth without selfishness.

In spring, when the mountain flowers bloom, the grass lies quietly in the beautiful flowers. Large tracts of green and soft grass are for children to play and for adults to rest. Who does not admire its gentleness and comfort?

Although the grass is not proud of itself and grows silently on the land of the motherland, I also want to praise its eternal green spirit!

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"When the wind blows, shake your head, the wind stops, and then the heavy rain comes, bend your back and let it rain, the rain stops, and stand up straight ..." Whenever I hear this song, I will think of the unknown grass that grows at people's feet forever.

It was after a storm. I stood in the yard, inhaling the fresh air after the rain. As soon as I bowed my head, a withered pepper tree and some scattered wild flowers came into view. I shook my head and looked at the grass that fell to the ground, lamenting the ruthlessness of the wind and rain.

I'm cleaning up the garbage in the yard. Just when I bent down to pick up the fallen leaves, I found a grass slowly straightening up! Then the second tree, the third tree ... in less than 10 minutes, almost all the grass stood up straight again! I was dumbfounded. Look at the flowers and trees, they are still the same, and they are devastated. A kind of admiration for grass arises spontaneously. A few crystal dewdrops stopped on the grass, crystal clear under the sunlight, making the grass greener.

From then on, I don't envy tall and straight trees, I don't love beautiful flowers, I only love the tenacity of grass, which makes me feel life, hope and inspire me to make progress.

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The story of grass

When it comes to grass, people will take it as a symbol of weakness. Indeed, it is so weak that even a drop of dew can make its leaves droop. I like grass, which not only reports the arrival of spring and symbolizes a new beginning, but also has admirable vitality.

The grass is not as tall as the big tree, but it stands proudly in the sky. Looking at trees and grass, it is natural to think that grass is so tender and small, but its inner strength is too great to compare, and grass is not as bright and colorful as flowers, so no one has ever really boasted about it. I think, if there were no green grass, the colors in the world would be so monotonous.

Spring has come, the grass has broken through the ground, and it is green and scattered all over the earth. 10 thousand trees, 100 million trees ~ ~ no one can count how many trees there are. With so many grasses gathered together, it is worthy of the ancient poet's saying that "wildfire will not completely devour them". All living plants are afraid of storms. Storms can make the flowers disperse and the flowers fall; Can make the branches of a big tree spread out.

Grass is common, but it has strong vitality. It is these obstacles and the choice of nature that make it have a tenacious will. We should also have the courage to resist, be strong and unyielding in the face of any difficulties and fight against nature.

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I like beautiful spring, and I prefer the grass in spring. Why do I like grass? Someone must have such a question. I know everyone likes flowers and their beauty and charm. But no one likes grass. Maybe people think it is weak and inconspicuous. But as long as you look closely, you will find that it is not as weak as you think, and its vitality is very tenacious.

A gust of wind blew and it rained heavily. The rainstorm hit the weak grass mercilessly. At this time, I quietly imagined the grass after the rainstorm. Can it survive the destruction of heavy rain? I don't know how long it took, but the rainstorm stopped. I suddenly woke up from my sleep and went to see the grass after the rainstorm. At this look, I was shocked. Grass is like a dying little life, and some still cling to the ground. But I firmly believe that these grasses will never bow to the rainstorm, and I look forward to the news that they have survived. Gradually, the last dark cloud in the sky disappeared. The sun gently stroked the grass with the light of hope. Finally, the grass finally overcame the rainstorm and survived tenaciously. At this time, I think the vitality of the grass is really tenacious.

Although the grass is not as beautiful as a flower or as tall and straight as a tree, it has a tenacious heart and a heart that dares to overcome the rainstorm.

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