On the composition of grass

Part I: Talking about Grass Composition Some people like tall and straight pine trees, some people like delicate and elegant orchids, some people like bright and proud plum blossoms, but I like ordinary grass.

Spring hasn't come yet, and the grass has poked its head out of the land early, calling for the arrival of spring.

The warm spring breeze once again blew green tree buds, blossomed small flowers and awakened the earth. The grass stretched itself, thanked Sister Guo Chun and started a new life.

It's midsummer, the sun is in the sky, and the sun is roasting the earth like a stove. All the flowers bowed their heads, except the grass, which was struggling silently. The storm came, which caused great damage to many plants. You see, after the storm, the flowers collapsed on the ground, and the branches folded and folded; Leaves withered, some bowed their heads, and some ended their lives. Only the grass still holds its head high and refuses to leave the embrace of Mother Earth. And after the baptism of wind and rain, the grass is greener and more lovely.

After several autumn rains, the grass finally began to wither. At this time, the grass is still tenacious and does not beg for human pity. People may sigh and say, "Alas, the grass has withered." But don't forget, when winter goes and spring comes, aren't they still "higher in the spring breeze"?

Look! How tenacious the vitality of grass is! How many people around us with the spirit of grass are tenaciously alive.

I like grass, and I prefer people who are grassy!

Chapter 2: Talking about the composition of grass Look at the roadside, the humble grass dances with the wind in the green. Surprisingly, I like grass. Because of the grass, it not only represents itself, but also spreads the spirit of obscurity and selfless dedication, allowing the wind to blow them away and float into everyone's heart.

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In spring, the grass is full of vitality.

Beautiful spring came to the world and everything revived. Willow, green, red and grass also poked their heads out from the embrace of Mother Earth. Although they put on new green clothes, they are also trying to grow up for this colorful world. People have come out of their warm homes, but the grass has been trampled and taken away! I sigh for the grass, what a lovely and clever grass! But the arrival of fate made it disappear there. But it doesn't lament or care.

There are no tall trees, no fragrant flowers, no beautiful posture, but you are a strong grass, and you have to make contributions to the world. I believe that spring will become rich because of you, grass! In summer, grass lays a green carpet for people.

The scorching sun scorched the earth, and people could not bear it. But the grass, still growing tenaciously, is willing to lay a soft carpet for people. People walk on it, people sit on it, people play on it, but the grass and hard work have built a green platform for us. Just, with my own life. The scorching of the sun, the trampling of human beings and the successive departure of partners have not made the grass complain and shrink back, but have become stronger and stronger. That spirit is as hot as the sun. Some people will ask what spirit? Then tell us with the songs and actions of the grass-selfless dedication!

Grass, though withered in autumn and winter, is still unknown. The arrival of autumn fills the world with coolness, and the earth presents a bleak scene. The leaves are yellow, the flowers are withered and the grass is withered. It seems that after a while, it will become winter.

So fast, the north wind is whistling, the wind is biting, and winter is coming. Grass, with sadness, returned to the embrace of the earth, but I can see that grass is very reluctant to give up here, because it understands that partners will not come back, they are lonely and have lost everything. Looking at the grass in front of me, I instantly remembered the poem: "The vast grass crosses the plain and comes and goes with the four seasons. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. "

Grass. Life may be short, or it may wait until winter. In any case, the grass is weather-beaten, trampled and even less conspicuous. However, I like you best-grass, your obscurity, your selfless dedication and your simplicity! Ah! Grass, I love you! I firmly believe that the world will become more brilliant because of you!

Chapter 3: On the eve of the vernal equinox, misty stars twinkle in the sky, and the quiet path is full of spring melody, so the dull and quiet life has a new look, and it is full of vitality in this elegant melody. In this quiet life, the vitality of life is revealed and everything is brilliant.

I walked leisurely in this quiet field, mixed with a little noise. Suddenly, a burst of words disturbed my childish mentality.

"Ah! Dude, tomorrow is the vernal equinox. Should it be cute? "

"What's the hurry! Isn't it the vernal equinox? It's not too late to wait for the rain to germinate! "

"If the vernal equinox doesn't sprout, we will fall behind other grasses!" Only after listening to this low voice did I know that they were grass.

"Send it to you! Let me rest for another season! "

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A day later, I was still squatting here, only to see a piece of green grass with sharp corners emerging from the hard land. I looked at it in surprise.

A week later, I am still squatting here carefully, observing their every move. I happened to see that tall grass bent down like a kind old man and said, "Hey, man, didn't you say you had a rest?" Why not send it now? "This is a long time ago". What's the hurry? "Answered its question, Gao Cao felt very helpless and couldn't wake up its confusion, so he straightened up and began to grow again.

A month later, the two kinds of grass are still the same.

When summer came, I saw the grass that was willing to grow and grew into a tall, strong, lush, refreshing and natural grass. Under the breeze, it is full of amorous feelings. At this time, the sleepy grass seems to feel the heat of summer and the exposure of the scorching sun, which makes it breathless, so it breaks through the ground, but it is at a loss, because all the grass except it is unusually neat and tall, and their height is very high.

"The same grass, one chooses to struggle, one chooses to wait, one chooses to go forward, and the other chooses to cringe; The same grass, one can keep pace with the times, but the other can only stumble, one can stand tall in the breeze, but the other can only cry slightly in the grass; The same grass, one seized the opportunity, but the other gave up the opportunity. Opportunity always exists, and' seize the opportunity' does not always exist. " I can't help sighing.