A wonderful composition describing grass

Grass is beautiful and is loved by many people. The following is a wonderful composition about describing grass that I compiled for you. Welcome to reading.

Six weeks after school started, the grass on the school playground has grown again. They seem to be immortal and cannot be deleted. Really: "Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze."

We were carrying heavy shovels, and some students were carrying sickles. We lined up in front of the teaching building and marched on the playground.

After coming to the playground, we shared a place and worked enthusiastically. Although it is autumn, the sun is still very poisonous. Soon, sweat came out on my forehead.

I took a shovel and shoveled it back and forth in our group's "one acre and three points". Soon, an empty place is obviously different from the grass beside it.

We went on working, but not as energetic as before. We slowed down. Soon, when we saw that all the other groups were halfway done, I couldn't help feeling a little anxious. Suddenly I don't know where I got my determination, and I started to work hard again. We mow, collect and water the grass. This has been done several times, and at first glance, there is not much grass in this land.

In the face of the remaining "outdated soldiers", our confidence has been strengthened, and we have to speed up our steps unconsciously. We saw that some groups had returned to the classroom to rest, and we quickly cleaned up the "battlefield" and eliminated all the remaining "enemies". After we asked the class teacher, the class teacher came to check and passed, and finally went back to the classroom to have a rest.

From this school weeding activity, I realized the importance of teamwork. Only by uniting can we achieve our goals, complete our tasks and overcome difficulties and setbacks. Each of us is a member of the class collective and has the responsibility to safeguard the honor and interests of the class. Let's work together to add luster to the class!

Today, the head teacher went to Laizhou to attend a class and didn't come back until this afternoon. When the head teacher left, he specifically told him to remember to bring a hoe this afternoon.

I slept in a daze at noon and forgot all about it. I came to school slowly by bike. I remembered this when I arrived at the school gate and saw some students holding hoes in their hands. I quickly borrowed from my classmates one by one, and finally got a good popularity, and I borrowed it soon.

During the big break, the Chinese class teacher asked us to go to the playground to weed. At first, few of them did well. Later, someone whispered, "The head teacher is coming, hurry up!" " We all squatted down to weed at once. The head teacher said, "Hurry up and do it quickly. If you can't finish it, you can't finish your studies. " In this way, we worked very hard, and soon, the weeds were "eliminated" by us.

Everyone feels exhausted after school. Tomorrow's holiday must be very interesting.

It's been three days since school started. In the past three days, we have been extremely busy: we have to study; Cleaning; I must meet new classmates. Among them, weeding in the garden is my most unforgettable thing.

It was an extracurricular activity on Wednesday, and the head teacher told us to go to the garden to weed. We lined up neatly and came to the garden. When we saw the grass grow luxuriantly, a gust of wind blew and the grass danced, as if welcoming our arrival, and as if to say, "Students, come and pull us up!" " "

As the head teacher gave the order, we began to pull weeds. I was about to put down my little hand to pull the grass when suddenly I found many small thorns on the grass. What should I do? If I pull it out, won't my little hand blossom? Fortunately, there are no small thorns on the handle of grass. So, I grabbed the straw handle in one hand and pulled it up, but the grass did not move. I had to grab the straw handle with both hands and pull it back hard. Who knows that I pushed too hard and fell on my back, and my classmates all laughed happily. I don't mind at all. I quickly got up and patted my ass to continue pulling weeds.

More than half an hour has passed, and the grass in the garden has been pulled clean by us. Looking at the garden, we smiled happily.

On Thursday and Friday, the last class-physical health class, the head teacher told us to pull weeds in the school playground, and the students were very excited. Under the leadership of the class teacher, we lined up neatly and came to the playground. Our group was assigned to the right half of the playground. At first glance, it was all green grass and scorching sun. The other group was assigned to weed by the runway, where there was a lot of shade.

Pulling grass for the first time, it feels quite fresh. I squatted down and started pulling. I want to compare with my classmates. I pulled hard for a few minutes, and my white hands were dyed red by sharp grass, and my arms were sour. The soil brought out by the grass roots is scattered in my shoes, which is very uncomfortable. The sun seems to be working against me, drying the soil, and it is very difficult to pull it up. I got a sunburn, too. Seeing that all the students around me are sweating like a pig, some students went to enjoy the cool because they couldn't stand running in the shade. I am thirsty and want to sneak back to the classroom for a drink ... I thought, "If only weeding in reality was as interesting and labor-saving as weeding in qq farm ..." Just thinking, the class teacher cheered us up. Student: Come on! Finish the task quickly, and we can go home from school! The head teacher called out the students enjoying the cool in the shade and told them not to be lazy again, or they would be punished for staying after school. They joined our team with a little blush and shame, and continued to work together, which made our classmates feel a lot balanced in the sun, so everyone began to pull weeds hard again ... Time passed, and we quickly completed the task and returned to the classroom. The students are all shocked and tired. Fortunately, this is the last class.

When I got home, my mother looked puzzled and asked me with concern, "What's the matter? Did you have a good day? " I said, "Today we are pulling weeds, but there is a problem that we can't figure out." "On such a hot day, why does the class teacher want us to pull weeds?" Mother said: "the vitality of grass is very tenacious, and it is difficult to die without heating." If it rains without sunshine, weeds will grow again. "oh! I see! I learned another basic knowledge.

Labor is glorious, let us love labor since childhood, although this weeding feels very tired, and we are particularly proud of the sweat of our labor on the clean playground.

On Friday and Wednesday afternoons, our students from Grade Two to Grade Six are weeding.

Our task is to pull up the grass in the open space in front of the North Building. There are only a dozen small trees in this clearing, and the rest are all weeds. However, the students were very happy to see this overgrown wasteland. Because compared with the grassland we were in charge of yesterday, there are not many tasks today. It's time to pull up the grass. Some students are crazy, like a bad wave, grabbing one in the east and another in the west, which is terrible. Some play while pulling, and pull a piece of grass for a few minutes. Huh? Why do people still take sickles? That must be used to pull weeds. "Come and invest!" Here comes the forage harvester! I saw the students put all their weeds into the "bag" of the "grass harvester", and some even said, "This is a thousand-year-old ginseng! I will give it to you for free. " The "grass harvester" carries his own "package", pours the "treasure" into the dustbin, and then collects the grass. This scene is really noisy.

After a while, the grass was pulled out. Looking at the clean ground, although the students' hands are stained with dirt, everyone is very happy.

June spring is the season when everything grows, and it is also the most wonderful season in the grass. The so-called: endless grass on the grassland comes and goes with the four seasons.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Grass is so strong and unyielding.

In a gardener's garden, an ordinary grass always likes to dance with the wind on weekdays, but now it is tanned with its head down listlessly. Not far away, a beautiful and proud red rose said to it, "Hey, I'm thirsty. Look, it's raining." Drink it quickly! "At the beginning of the grass lift the clear sky, which come of rain in Wan Li? It turned out that the gardener not far away was watering. The proud red rose is laughing there. The grass knows that she is laughing at it.

The grass struggled to reach its roots to the ground, and day after day, it finally found the water source. It quickly congratulated the red rose. "Ross, Ross, I found water. Rose, rose. " As soon as the grass was pulled up, the rose withered. It turns out that the gardener is out of town and hasn't watered for several days.

A wonderful composition about grass In the seventh spring, the grass poked its head out. In Yuan Ye, the green grass grows densely together, bringing infinite vitality to the earth! Just like a poem by Bai Juyi, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, praising grass: the grass is boundless, and the four seasons come and go. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

I like grass and its tenacious vitality. Grass, it doesn't need anyone to water and fertilize, just a handful of loess and a beam of sunshine can thrive. Beijing is full of street gardens. There is a lawn with green grass in my street garden. In spring, the ice and snow have just melted, and many delicate flowers are still hiding in the greenhouse, afraid to come out. The grass held its head high and stretched its yellow and green arms. This group of "little green angels" first brought people the message that spring has come.

I love grass, love its strong character and dare to challenge the storm. In midsummer, after the strong wind, the raindrops as big as beans flew straight down, beating the grass stagger and bending over. However, before long, it will straighten up again. How strong this grass is!

I love grass and their ordinary, simple and selfless dedication. How many laborers in Qian Qian, like the grass all over the world, create a better life with their ordinary labor, adding luster to this big garden of the motherland!

Hacao, why are you so ordinary? Grass, why are you so tenacious? Grass, why are you so selfless?

I still remember that spring, when the flowers had not participated in the Bimei contest, the mountains were full of green and countless white butterflies danced on the grass, just like fairies descending to earth. When they turn around on the grass, countless white butterflies will dance around you, just like the "fragrant princess" in Princess Zhu Huan. The meadow is the home of the white butterfly. Grass, ordinary but great, can be seen everywhere. Just like migrant workers, they exist in every corner of the city. The construction of the city cannot be separated from them. Grass and love grow silently and wither silently. In the spring of the following year, they germinated silently and participated in another round of life.

I often see grass growing in the crevices of the roadside, in groups of three or five, and I am more courageous when I see them. Their roots are pressed under hard cement, and in order to survive, they have to keep rushing forward, no matter how far the sun is. They always believe that no matter where the starting point is, as long as they work hard, there will be a "bright future" one day. At that time, they will smile in the sun and dance with the wind, just like those hard-working students. No matter where they come from, no matter how bitter and tired they are, they are struggling with lofty aspirations in their chests, and the thought of their bright future is sweet in their hearts.

At present, the footsteps of autumn are approaching, knocking off the yellow leaves on the trees and driving away the birds who talk about the land. The ants also covered their ears in fear and jumped into the warm home. However, the grass fought bravely with autumn like a little soldier. Although some delicate leaves were dyed yellow, a group of grass grew up, alive and kicking, laughing happily. Just like we are in adolescence, full of energy, embracing the sunshine and full of hope for life. We learn in happiness and grow in happiness.

In those colorful spring days, the flowers bloom, but the grass is willing to be silent and selfless, making the whole spring look less "bling". They are like class teachers, who have contributed priceless youth to the motherland and trained a large number of talents, but they are getting old, but they have no regrets, because they love life like grass.

Walking on the lawn of the sports ground, stepping on the soft and solid grass, breathing the fresh air and feeling their vigorous spirit, maybe you will grow up in a short time.

On the big stage of life, perhaps, we should live tenaciously like grass, be selfless like grass, love life like grass and smile like grass!