Soil always contributes everything to mankind in obscurity. Although the flowers on the ground cover its brilliance and the grass covers its face, it is still so selfless. He never asks for anything in return. It is it that makes the grass grow sturdily, and it makes the flowers smile. People often see the beauty of flowers, and green grass and gundam will appreciate them, but this ignores the soil that breeds them. Even so, he has no complaints.
How great the soil is, but people regard this great soil as something that can be seen everywhere in life, turning a blind eye and dismissing it. But I didn't expect it to breed flowers and trees. How will flowers and trees survive without soil?
Everything depends on the soil, and human beings also multiply on the soil. Soil is the foundation of our foothold, and soil is our food and clothing parents. This precious soil is often ignored by us, ignored by us, but still dedicated to us. No one praised or said a word, just not making public. What a great spirit this is.
This reminds me of those selfless teachers who devote their youth to education. They deserve praise.
There is a bamboo forest in front of the bamboo house, which is tall and short. Why are some people tall and burly, while others are short? Let me tell you a little story.
In ancient times, there was a monk in a big temple with a strong incense. Because of his outstanding talent, he wants to go to a small temple to show people his talent. He told the abbot to leave, and the abbot answered, saying earnestly, "Show you a place and you can go." In a bamboo forest in the back of the mountain, tall and lush bamboos came into view, each of which stretched its neck and grew desperately in order to get sunshine. In a small corner, in a bush, there is also a bamboo, which is naturally not as high as those bamboos, although it is much higher than the bush. The abbot said nothing and made a gesture: "You can go." He suddenly realized, understood the intention of the abbot, and continued to study here, becoming Xuanzang in history.
Some people are arrogant, just like bamboo in the corner. Although they are superior to bushes, they don't want to compete with stronger people. This really buried your talent. Yes, growing up in competition is more powerful.
Some people say that bamboo is so strong that no one can break it, but I don't believe it. I can also break green tender bamboo. All night, people hid because the weather forecast said there might be a storm. In the strong wind, bamboo swayed from side to side, and my heart kept carrying it. I'm afraid that such violent shaking will destroy the small bamboo. I wonder how long the wind has been howling. At dawn, the bamboo seems to be unbroken, but the wheat fields nearby have collapsed. This has indeed been verified.
Do we have such perseverance? Shouldn't we learn this valuable spirit?
I want to praise these bamboos that have inspired me.
Essay 3: When spring comes, everything begins to recover. In winter, the soil gradually turns from dry to wet. The grass slowly pokes its head out to see this fresh world, the flowers stretch and wake up, and the trees begin to sprout. But all this. The roots are all in the soil.
Although the appearance of soil is ordinary, not as colorful as flowers, it has a kind heart.
The soil is very lovely. He raised so many lives. I admire it. The soil is really great.
From the moment the earth was formed, the soil began to accompany it, and they have gone through billions of days and nights. With soil, our old ancestors began to get out of water and live on land. With soil, we have food. ...
The soil is very common. However, I think it is the most beautiful thing on this earth, because it has raised countless "children", and these "children" are often beautiful. They decorate this beautiful land with beautiful colors and fragrant fragrance. And when these "children" are old or dead, they will be transformed into nutrients and slowly moisten the soil.
Soil is easily forgotten. However, in my spare time, I always go to the Woods to touch this natural spirit slowly. I will feel it slowly and listen to this elf whispering to me. Feel the magic of nature!
Here, I want to praise the earth loudly: this selfless spirit of nature!
Essay 4: Grass When you walk on the flat grassland, have you noticed the grass that has been trampled by people? When you play freely on the grass, will you think of the grass forgotten in the corner ... but in any case, the grass always looks at life optimistically and breeds greatness in the ordinary!
You see, under the tall and straight tree, quietly lift your delicate body. It knows that it will never be as towering as a tree, but it firmly believes that with its own efforts, it will also support its own world; It also knows that it can't be as fragrant as flowers, but it is sure that everything is fake, only tenacious struggle and hard work.
When the spring breeze blows over the wicker and touches the green wave, it comes to the grass where shallow grass can have no hooves. At this time, the grass just showing its sharp point is swaying in the wind, showing its gentle posture to people. Look carefully, only to find that every grass is so tenacious: they break the cold test and breed the glory of the coming year in the soil. This is a metaphor for people to learn from his efforts.
I praise the grass, not only because it is petite and lovely, but also because it can ignore the existence of the storm, try to stand up and not be timid; I can pursue my supreme belief step by step; Being able to spend your life humbly and simply in the vast world … these are enough to set off the greatness of the grass.
Every grass symbolizes a hardworking gardener, who has paid his unique love for the garden; Every grass symbolizes a teacher who has endured hardships and made selfless contributions to his students ... and will not be compared with the world of flowers and flowers, nor will he pursue fame and gain for his achievements. It will only keep drilling, drilling to the road to success.
I will praise the grass loudly!
When the chalk teacher was writing on the blackboard, did you notice the chalk dancing in the teacher's hand? You may think it is small, it is so insignificant, but I just think it is insignificant to show true greatness!
I admire chalk and its selfless dedication.
I appreciate that chalk has devoted all its life to us without asking for anything in return. Some people say, "The silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and the candles will drain the wick every night." Although this sentence is not a compliment to chalk, I don't think there is anything unreasonable. As this poem says, although the chalk finally turns to dust, the words it writes are all in our minds and will never be forgotten.
If the teacher teaches us to read, it is better to say that it is taught by chalk. Can we know so many words without chalk? So the contribution of chalk is great, but we don't pay attention to it, because it is so tiny in our study that we ignore it. Some students also threw away the chalk head, which is really wrong. I hope the students will stop throwing them in the future and show some respect to the chalk in their later years. It is "retirement".
Chalk, you are so selfless. I want to praise you loudly. You are so dazzling!