Snail crawling in the rain essay 300 words

In the early days, there was pattering outside the window, accompanied by the smell of earth and the intoxicating fragrance of flowers. The rain began to spread to areas where the sun had not touched, so free and easy, so overflowing.

In the evening, with a sense of leisure, listening to the sound of rain, I took the children from work and sent them to the school gate. Although it is a rainy day, there is a special charm in my heart. Maybe I have never hated rain in my subconscious mind. I think walking in the rain is even more interesting.

On the way, in the middle of the road, I saw a snail crawling in the rain... I squatted down and looked at it for a long time. Maybe its steps are light, as if enjoying the moisture of raindrops; maybe its mood is anxious, and the other half of the family is still waiting; maybe...

Suddenly facing the shell on its body It started to be in a daze, and its thoughts began to drift and drift away - if it didn't have this shell, it might run faster, or maybe because of this shell, its little body wouldn't get soaked! Just like what is said in that little story -

Little snail: Mom, Mom, why do we have to carry this hard and heavy shell since we were born?

Mom: Because our bodies do not have the support of bones, we can only crawl, but not very fast. So you need the protection of this shell!

Little Snail: Sister Caterpillar has no bones and can’t crawl fast. Why doesn’t she have to carry this hard and heavy shell?

Mom: Because the caterpillar sister can turn into a butterfly, the sky will protect her.

Little snail: But the earthworm brother can’t crawl fast, and he won’t turn into a butterfly. Why doesn’t he have to carry this hard and heavy shell?

Mom: Because the earthworm brother can drill into the earth, the earth will protect him.

The little snail cried: We are so pitiful, neither the sky nor the earth protects us.

Mother Snail comforted: Little fool, that’s why we have shells! We do not rely on heaven or earth, we rely on ourselves.

I am so happy that these cute little snails have such a wise mother to lead them all the way. This story also reminds me of an indispensable color in life, which is optimism and strength.

In life, there must be many mothers who are optimistic and strong, watching the scenery of life along the way with their children.

It is true that they let their children see more: green leaf buds, gradually growing into lush trees; pink flower buds, soft and beautiful; brown seeds, dyed Looking at the harvest in the mountains and fields; the clear streams singing joyfully all the way, for the blue sea; even in the snowy winter, I still stand by the silver lake and whisper to my children: Winter will pass soon. , the next spring will be even more brilliant, where the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, butterflies are flying, and the smell of sunshine is warm and warm...

I wish the "mother" and them who have this touch of spiritual color The "little baby" has infinite scenery...