Next to our school, there is an old house with a small stool beside it. An old man lives in this house. The most attractive thing is the small green lawn around the old house.
Because it is close to the school, the lawn has naturally become a natural "football field" for children in grades one and two. One weekend afternoon, I passed by here after school and saw a large group of children playing football. Football is rolling on the lawn and children are flying on the lawn. They fight for each other, sometimes with the ball, sometimes passing the ball, sometimes shooting, and having a good time. At this moment, I suddenly found the old man sitting quietly on a small stool with a newspaper in his hand. He didn't stop the children from trampling on the grass, nor did he read the newspaper. His eyes were fixed on the children, and he had a satisfied smile on his face. It was not until the sun went down that the children packed their backpacks and went home talking and laughing.
The golden sunset covered the horizon, and the old man put away his newspaper and stood up on crutches. I saw him struggling to lift the watering can next to the stool and slowly walked to the lawn step by step. When he came to the lawn, he crouched down slowly, put down the watering can, lifted the grass tree by tree with his rough big hands, and then picked up the watering can to water the grass. Tiny drops of water fell on the lawn like pearls. The old man kept repeating the same action. When the last sunset disappeared in the sky, the old man reluctantly returned to his old house.
The next morning, I deliberately passed by the small lawn. The grass trampled last night stood up again and was full of vitality. The old man sat quietly on a small stool reading a newspaper. The sun rose, and the soft sunshine shone on the old man's face and lawn, and everything seemed so quiet, peaceful and beautiful.
I suddenly have a strange feeling in my heart. Humans have life, animals have life, and flowers and plants also have life. Love keeps life going and makes life better.
A cold season has passed and the long-awaited spring has come. The drizzle moistens the grass, and the warm sunshine gives it light. Grass broke through the ground and accumulated strength throughout the winter. The whole body is yellow, and a large piece of grass is combined together like a gorgeous painting. As the poem says: "The sky is raining and crisp, and the grass is far away. The most important thing is the benefits of spring, and the stunning smoke is full of the imperial city. "
Grass experienced a spring and came to a hot summer. In summer, when the weather is dry, other plants bow their heads, and only the grass can stand up. The typhoon came, the wind roared and the rainstorm was like an arrow. The grass never bows to the storm, bends down, and is indomitable in the face of the storm.
In autumn, the grass turns yellow gradually by the wind, and the grass becomes a golden ocean.
In winter, the grass withered and he began to sleep.
Have you ever seen the grass under the rock? In order to grow, no matter how heavy the stone is and how narrow it is in the middle, it always twists and turns out of the ground. Its roots burrow into the soil and its buds pierce the ground. This is an irresistible force, and the stone that stopped it was finally overthrown by it. This is tenacious grass.
Grass is not as tall and straight as a tree or as beautiful as a flower, but it is an indispensable part of nature.
In spring, it quietly poked its head out of the ground, saw the beautiful spring, and was reluctant to go back to the ground, so it began to grow, as if nothing could stop its growth. When the storm came, the trees swayed with the wind, and some of them broke their branches. Those flowers can't stand the test of wind and rain, so they are all thanks. Only those indomitable grasses can stand the test of the storm. After the storm, there was a bright green smiling face. It is not laughing at trees and flowers, but just a little joy. It can stand the test of storms.
"Without the fragrance of flowers and the height of trees, I am an unknown grass, never lonely, never worried, and my friends travel all over the world …" The grass has been singing silently. Selflessly dress up nature and decorate a better tomorrow for mankind!
Grass fourth grade composition 4 "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. " Whenever I read such a poem, I will be shocked by the virtue of grass.
In summer, after a school exercise, the grass is green, and the green grass is surrounded by delicate flowers, which is very beautiful. The grass is silent: when we go to school, they always send us away with a smile, but they never say anything to show off, and they don't brag about their beauty as proudly as flowers. Xiaocao is a wise man, open-minded and understanding.
During this time, grass can be seen everywhere. On tree trunks, in crevices of stones, in flower beds and even in cracks of bricks. Living in such a harsh environment depends on his strong willpower and exuberant vitality. The grass is not afraid of storms, but keeps growing in every corner. What is man's trampling and water's ruthlessness? Grass is a strong person who constantly strives for self-improvement.
From germination to withering, grass will never lose its life because of the beauty of flowers and the straightness of trees. Even if there is a glimmer of hope for life, they will struggle and wither, but as long as they have roots, they will find a second life and start again in the next spring. Grass is the winner of love, love and life.
Grass is like those ordinary doctors. They serve patients, love life, are not afraid of difficulties and do not show off. Some of them were infected, but they had no regrets. ...
We should learn the essence of grass and be an unknown person who contributes to others.
Some people like tall and straight bamboo, some people like fragrant and elegant orchids, and some people like bright and proud plum blossoms. But I like the ordinary grass that is not tall, handsome or proud.
The snow and ice have just melted in spring, and the grass is like a naughty child. It is so tender and delicate, and the green grass brings a piece of green to the earth. A gust of wind blew and the grass swayed with the wind.
In summer, the grass looks weak, but it is actually very strong. Under the scorching sun, the grass hung its head, but it still stood proudly. The sun also admired the spirit of the grass and hid in the clouds. After a while, the storm came. The wind blew the grass around and it rained heavily, but the grass refused to leave the soil. The rain stopped and we were all worried about the grass. However, I saw that the grass was greener and fatter under the sunlight. At this time, a rainbow bridge was set up on the horizon, which seemed to praise the spirit of the grass.
Autumn has come, the grass has turned golden yellow, and the whole earth is like a yellow carpet, which is very beautiful.
Winter came, the grass withered, the leaves fell off, and the grass went underground to sleep under the cover of Grandpa Winter Snow. The next spring, the grass sprouted.
I love grass, and I love its strong spirit even more.
I am a grass with perseverance and quality that cannot be blown down by the wind and broken by the frost.
Whenever storm warning is terrible, none of us flinch, no one hides in the soil in fear, but stands up straight without fear. Some grass is blown to the ground by the wind; Some grasses sway in the wind; Some grass is blown forward and turned back by the wind; Some grass is broken by the wind and uneven; Some grass was ... After the storm, we stood straight again.
Spring has arrived, and Miss Chun has awakened all living things with her beautiful singing. Every living thing has its own color. At that time, my green was extremely inconspicuous, but through my efforts, the earth was full of green.
In summer, the blazing sun scorches the earth. Those flowers that are more beautiful than grass, trees that are taller than grass have withered, but the grass has survived in the hot sun.
In late autumn, I gradually became yellow and weak. But I always want to do something. It happened that the little beetle brothers became my first choice. I held them in my arms and built a happy nest for them with my warm body temperature. Hey, look at them sleeping soundly and drooling.
The cold winter has come quietly, the terminal of my life has arrived, and the years have passed mercilessly. I have no youthful time full of youthful vitality, only the old and weak. But I believe that "the boundless grass on the grassland comes and goes with the seasons". Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. In the spring of next year, countless grasses spread their indomitable spirit to the earth.
Without the fragrance of flowers, the height of trees and the graceful posture of butterflies, I am a grass that nobody knows. ...
Xiao Cao's fourth grade composition 7 "Jingle Bell" rings, and the next class is physical education class. Our class came to the playground early.
The teacher let us move freely, and Liang Zhuo Bingxuan and I ran to the corner of the playground to observe the plants. My eyes caught a glimpse of a piece of green grass, and I ran to have a look. Oh, my God, this little grass actually sticks its head out of the solid fence. There is no cement or water. How did it grow? I gently stroked the grass with my little hand. Suddenly, I felt a tenacious life flowing. Looking at this grass, I can't help but sigh that the life of the grass is so tenacious.
"Wu, come and see!" With the cry of my classmates, I saw a stone with its own ashes, and there was a grass under it. I said to myself, "This grass is so tenacious that it can grow so green under the weight of a boulder!" "
The weather suddenly changed, and Grandpa Yu became angry. The teacher told me to shelter from the rain in the house. The weak body of the grass swayed in the wind, but the grass refused to give up and struggled desperately in the wind. Rain, bending the grass, the grass will not yield, fall, get up, fall and get up again. Soon, the rain stopped, and Liang Zhuo Xuanbing and I went to observe the grass again. At first, I thought the grass had been drenched by rain, but I didn't expect the grass to stand there bravely like a soldier, rain or shine. After the baptism of wind and rain, the grass is greener, newer and more energetic!
I admire Xiaocao's tenacious life command. Like grass, no matter what difficulties we encounter, we will not bow our heads. Grass! You will always be the "green warrior" in my heart!