There are many cacti in my home, and I like cacti very much.
Cactus is a strange tropical plant with strong vitality.
Potted cactus, its indomitable character is very surprising. They don't care whether there is water, whether it is hot or not, and whether it is cold or not. The cactus on my balcony has been there for many years, never trimmed or fertilized, and sometimes it has not been watered for ten days and a half. But they still stand tall and never lose heart. It grows everywhere and stands briskly in this posture. In the hot and long drought summer, other potted plants have long been dejected and despondent, but cactus looks up at the blue sky like a warrior; In the severe winter, other potted plants have already been brought back indoors by their owners, but the cactus still faces the cold wind and is not afraid of the harsh environment around it. A green cactus broke on the ground and everyone thought it was dead. No, if you really think so, you are wrong. It takes root from the nutrients in the body and cultivates a young cactus. Who can match its tenacious vitality?
Day after day, month after month, year after year, it stands the test of the scorching sun and grows happily.
Cactus has no flowers that people admire at first sight, and it has no colorful body. It is covered with needles, which makes people feel chilly at first sight. How admirable is its noble quality of obscurity and selfless dedication. I like cactus.
There is an ancient well in the east of our village. The water in the well is cool and delicious. Everyone in the village comes here to get water. Gu Jing is like a warm mother, feeding her children with her sweet milk.
The ancient well is only ten meters away from our home. Every day from dawn to dusk, people who fetch water pass by my house in an endless stream. Buckets jingle and poles creak, just like happy country songs. The road in front of the door is wet, always like a spring rain.
Our neighbors are a pair of old people in their sixties. The man is an old party member, who was injured in the leg and limped during the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period. A woman is short and thin, and her body is very thin, just like a gust of wind can blow her down. The old couple only have one daughter, who teaches in other places.
The villagers saw that two old people had difficulty in using water. One helps to move things, and the other helps to carry buckets. The old man's water tank is always full. The two old people said many times that they would give some rewards to those who helped them carry water, but no one accepted.
"The days are long, so we can't let everyone be idle." The old couple said apologetically.
"How much effort did that ancient well give people? But it has never asked people for compensation. " The villagers always advise the two old people like this.
What a wonderful ancient well, it not only provides the villagers with the fountain of life, but also cultivates their character and makes them know how to be a man.
Chapter III: Writing by Metaphor Wang Anshi once wrote a poem called Plum Blossom: There are several plums in one corner, and hanling blooms alone. Knowing from afar is not snow, only Dimfragrance comes. The plum blossom is like this. They bloom in winter, and the tiny branches bear the cold. Blooming in the snow, his pink flowers are particularly delicate and charming against the white snow.
Plum blossoms do not yield to pressure. When other flowers wither, they bloom proudly. He is in the biting north wind. Where is the cold ice and snow? He didn't beg for mercy from the north wind. He told Beifeng with his strong personality, "I won't give in!" "This is not to say that the plum blossom does not yield to pressure?
She is self-reliant, never relying on others to show her beauty like morning glory, but relying entirely on herself. She can still show her beauty and temperament without the help of outsiders. Isn't it worthy of our admiration and study that plum blossoms don't rely on outsiders and rely entirely on their own spirit?
She is not picky about the environment, and mountains, plains and canyons can grow. His uncritical and happy-go-lucky spirit is certainly moving and learning!
Ah, plum blossom! You are a beautiful messenger, and your spirit will always inspire me to move forward!
In the summer vacation of grade three, my parents and I went to the famous Mount Tai in Shandong. On the way to Mount Tai, my mother asked me what kind of plant I like best, and I replied without thinking: "Of course it is an eye-catching peony!" " "
After more than six hours of turbulence, we finally reached the foot of Mount Tai. When we came to a valley, I suddenly found a big tree. This tree is ordinary, but it is unusual. It grows in a crack in a big stone! I was surprised at this discovery. How tenacious! According to the guide nearby, the big tree turned out to be a small seed and fell under the big stone. Later, the seeds germinated and grew up slowly, and they could penetrate hard stones. What a tenacious tree!
This reminds me that plants have such great vitality that we can't be worse than plants!
There is a famous painter in Taiwan Province Province who is as strong and unyielding as this big tree. He is disabled, Xie Kunshan.
Xie Kunshan started to go out to work at the age of 16. He lost an eye, a leg and two arms because of an accident, but he remained indomitable. Later, he fell in love with painting. Because Xie Kunshan can only draw with his pen in his mouth, he strokes left and right when the brush rotates in his mouth. The pen draws on the canvas and scratches in the mouth, but only draws the pattern on the canvas and scratches the wound in the mouth. ...
I was shocked by the indomitable spirit of Dashu and Xie Kunshan. I want to learn from them!
Chapter five: Metaphoring people's writing and composition with things, although ordinary and small, has indomitable vitality; Although not beautiful, it has strong vitality; All this is the power of longing for life! Grass, regardless of lightning, regardless of the storm, regardless of the cold and heat, it is not afraid. All this is the power of faith. The grass is eager for life and survival, so it stands up tenaciously again!
I walked along the path, looking at the green grass on the roadside, lost in thought ... Perhaps, many people regard grass as a symbol of weakness and think that their short bodies can't stand a little wind and rain. However, I don't think so, because in my eyes, grass is so tenacious and full of vitality, and the most important thing is their own vitality and spirit.
As soon as spring comes, the grass will open its hazy eyes and rush out of the ground to share the joy and warmth brought by the spring girl with people. They are scattered all over the earth, laying a green carpet for the "Mother Earth" who raised them ... The combination of thousands of grasses in Qian Qian makes people see the greatness of life.
Of course, the respect of grass is not only here, but also a bright spot-indomitable spirit. Although the grass is not as tall and straight as the towering trees, nor as bright red and beautiful as the flowers, their spirit is enough to cover up all this and make people re-recognize and marvel.
In the storm, tall and straight trees were uprooted, colorful flowers were destroyed, and grass won with a force stronger than material strength. ...
Chapter 6: My favorite flower is plum blossom, because it is tenacious and has tenacious perseverance.
Although plum blossom is not as magnificent as peony, nor as colorful as rose ... but it is fresh and refined, with pink petals in white and light yellow flower cores with a faint fragrance, one by one, which is very beautiful. The most important thing is that the plum blossom spirit touched me. In the winter when the wind blows hard and the snow falls heavily, other flowers are scared by the cold and dare not stand up straight to face the wind and snow. Only this plum blossom smiles in the snow, bringing a ray of fragrance and vitality to the dead winter. Its tenacious vitality, fearless cold wind and hard-working spirit have made countless people admire and applaud it.
In life, don't we have to be like plum blossoms? For example, the British woman writer Charlotte. That's the Bronte sisters. They were born in a remote village in Yorkshire, northern England. They spent their childhood in charity schools for the rich. When they grew up, the three sisters became interested in literature and began to write poems. They gave their best poems to the great poets at that time, but they were really ridiculed and cursed. But they were not discouraged and began to look for a new way out-writing novels. They kept writing down the sparks in their minds. Finally, they succeeded. As soon as the novel was published, it was loved by readers.
Be like a plum blossom. You should have the perseverance and tenacity beyond imagination to face difficulties. Only in this way can you succeed.
Chapter 7: Metaphor in people's writing: "Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night." This is a poem written by Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, which praises people with dedication. When I mention this sentence, I will think of the teacher who taught us knowledge. That's who they are.
The teacher stood on the seven-foot-wide platform and wrote on the blackboard with white chalk, saying, "Remember this … pay attention to that …" The neat handwriting and hoarse voice contained every drop of the teacher's sweat.
The teacher works hard. In order to teach students well, they attend classes during the day and prepare lessons late at night. Sometimes they have to take classes with them when they are sick. The teacher is careful. Every homework, every paper is carefully corrected and commented. In each semester's student development report, the advantages and disadvantages of each student are written down one by one. The teacher is very kind. Every time the school organizes activities, the students spread out the ducks to play, but the teacher cares about us and loves us. When some students catch a cold or have a fever, the teacher reminds them to take medicine and drink water in time and make up lessons for them.
Teachers are like warm candles, burning themselves, illuminating others, imparting knowledge to us and dedicating love to us. I want to thank our teacher.
Chapter 8: Metaphorically speaking, people's composition "squeak … squeak ……" The chalk moves on the blackboard, and gradually, it changes from coarse to fine. Its thick body is gone, but it has become lines of words and pictures on the blackboard. These words lead us into the kingdom of knowledge; These paintings intoxicated us with the beauty of the world. Let's raise the white sails in our hearts.
When it is the last sentence, it is the last picture we wrote and painted. It disappeared, silently disappeared, and no one cheered or cried for it. How silent it is, how great it is! What I learned from it is selfless dedication.
Dedicated, dedicated! What a simple word!
Dedication is a kind of beauty. Although invisible and intangible, it can be seen everywhere around us. For example, the traffic police on the street, for the sake of smooth traffic and the safety of drivers. Stick to your post every day and don't cut corners for a little profit. Whether it is windy or rainy, whether it is hot or cold, they always go to work on time every day and always "see stars at both ends". Isn't this a kind of dedication?
Chalk, although its life is short, has devoted its life to people selflessly.
Writing here, I remembered Lei Feng's famous saying: human life is limited, but serving the people is infinite. I will devote my limited life to serving the people indefinitely!
Yes! Although life is short, as long as we keep studying and making our own contributions, we will not regret even if we die!