Selected lyric prose of Cao

Grass gives people vitality. It is full of vitality, dreams and hopes. I brought you a book "Selected Lyric Prose of Grass", I hope it will be useful to you.

Selected Lyric Prose Like Grass Part I: Grass

"The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. " Many people in the world praise flowers and trees, but no one praises grass. Grass, although not as beautiful as flowers, has no fragrance of flowers; Not as tall as a tree. Because grass is very small and insignificant in people's eyes, no one has ever paid attention to it. I just like grass. I like the strong quality of grass and the spirit that "wildfires will not devour them, but they will grow taller again in the spring breeze".

There is a grass in my yard, and I have witnessed its strong quality. I remember that it rained heavily and was windy that day. I stood at the window, looking at the grass, swaying by the wind. I worry all day that the grass will be blown away by this heartless wind. To my surprise, the grass survived and stood tall and straight. Under the baptism of the storm, the grass became stronger. I can't help but be moved by the strong quality of grass. Besides, I decided to study like a grass.

Every day, I visit the grass and take care of it every day. The grass is blooming more vigorously. I look at the grass, and there is an indescribable beauty in my heart. The exam is coming. I concentrate on my studies and have little time to take care of the grass. I think the grass must be dead. After the exam, I can't help but admire the vitality of the grass when I see it still standing in the sun!

Whether it's wind or rain; Regardless of the exposure to the hot sun, the grass is not afraid of difficulties and resolutely stands down. The strong quality of grass deeply touched my heart.

Selected Lyric Prose of Grass: Feelings of Grass

Life is plain, plain is true. Like grass, spend that dull life without disturbing the world of mortals. However, even if you are a grass in the wind, you need to taste the ups and downs of the world. Take a glass of wine and taste it slowly. The grass in the wind is still swaying, lonely and lonely ... the cold of this autumn night is getting more and more dignified!

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When everything wakes up in the east wind, the first spring thunder explodes, and the grass in the wind happily ignites its little humble green. Like holding a banner and shouting, cheering the arrival of spring and welcoming this well-proportioned king. Spring has come, and the place where the king comes is clear; Flowers are blooming, and the fragrance is rich and long! Dotted with little flowers, it was painted into a splendid picture and presented to the king. In this noisy season of flowers, the grass swaying with the wind and the humble green can only flourish alone on the vast land!

The grass grows and warblers fly, and slowly disappear, and the flowers fade all over the path, laying a carpet for the king. This is Wang's farewell ceremony. In the misty rain, after some confusing tossing and turning, Wang waved away, leaving only green, and green began to go crazy. The grass in the wind, waving its arms, announces its existence to the world. However, the faint sound was completely drowned out when the wheat waves were raging. Even the remaining petals of rape flowers will attract butterflies and bees. The grass in the wind, in the storm, still stubbornly marks the traces of life. Just, the beautiful scenery, only oneself know.

Mid-Autumn moonlight, cold and cheerless. Inadvertently, rustling autumn rain hits the phoenix tree and listens to autumn insects at night. The chirping of weaving is miserable, singing the change of seasons alone beside the grass in the wind. The crystal dew is the tears dropped by the grass. After a season of hot summer exposure, the body slowly withered. I poured out my green feelings all my life, leaving only a pallor. That kind of humble feeling, even the promotion around you can't know. In this cold Yamashita, all I still taste is loneliness.

The north wind roared in first frost. The cold that swept across the earth brought misty snow. Dongli chrysanthemum withered, holding incense withered, and that one touched the awe of the world! Chimonanthus praecox blooms, the fragrance flows, the frost reflects the snow, and the pride clanks! The grass crawling under the thick snow is no longer swaying. Dry body, a pale. But who knows, the roots under the frozen soil are gestating the new green in the spring next year! That immortal feeling burns like an underground fire. ...

Selected lyric prose of grass: I love grass

Some people like colorful flowers, some people like lush trees, some people praise lotus flowers for being muddy but not stained, some people praise pine trees for being evergreen all the year round … but I like humble grass.

There is a small garden in my yard with a piece of green grass in it.

Spring girl came to the world with light steps, bringing a vibrant scene to the earth. After a spring rain, these grasses flourished on the earth. They leaned out their pointed heads from the wet soil, curiously looked at the long-lost world, looked around, bathed in sunshine and rain, and thrived. We often fly butterflies and dragonflies on the grass, roll around naughty, read books and chat quietly. When the grass found that its body was crushed, it was not angry, but found that it had crushed the grass's body and stood up quickly. The grass seemed to say: Nothing, I will stand up straight. Welcome to come again.

In summer, it often rains. Once, it rained heavily, "rumbling" and "rumbling". This is Lei Gong playing drums happily! I looked anxiously out of the window and thought, what about the grass? How about grass? After the rain, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and looked out of the window. All the grass bowed its head, but the next day, the grass was proud again. The dew on the grass is dazzling and gives off colorful light under the sunlight. Grass, your vitality is so tenacious!

In autumn, the grass withered, and the golden yellow covered the ground with a soft carpet.

Grandpa Dong came. He spread a quilt on the floor, as white as snow. Once, I saw children build a simple stove with discarded bricks, put leaves and grass in it and lit it. Their hands became warm, but the grass turned to ashes. Grass! You brought joy and warmth to people, but you turned to ashes ... I sincerely envy your dedication, that is, "wildfires will not completely burn them, they will grow taller again in the spring breeze." Thinking of this, I can't help humming a song: "There is no fragrance of flowers, no height of trees, I am an unknown grass ..."

I like grass.