Grass, a short herb, often forms dense vegetation. Leaves are concentrated at the base, and leaf sheaths are densely fibrous near the ground; Ligule is very short, with short fiber hairs; Next, I will bring you an essay on grass in grade six. I hope you like it!
There will be many difficulties in one's life. Some people, like mimosa, run back when they are in trouble. Unlike grass, they never give up when they have any difficulties.
In spring, the grass wears green clothes on the earth, and even the grass on the lawn welcomes the footsteps of Miss Chun. No matter how naughty the spring breeze is, the grass still grows with awe and tenacity.
In hot summer, the grass is just as strong. People like to enjoy the cool under the trees, but they always disdain the grass. But no matter how we human beings laugh at the grass, ignore it and trample on it, they still silently serve the earth and all the animals and humans in the world without complaint.
In autumn, the fruit is heavy, the tree grows up, the autumn wind blows, and the tree shakes its body, as if laughing at the grass and saying, "You are still so weak in autumn." The grass doesn't seem to hear it. Fallen leaves fly in the sky and land on them to make carpets for them.
It's freezing in winter, but the grass still won't give up. It is facing death and decorated with snow, but the grass is not discouraged because it believes that it will grow again next spring.
Grass is not so proud as plum in winter, nor so able to grow as pine in winter, but it is the greatest plant in my eyes, and I wish I were a grass. On the ground, no matter what happens, I will stick to myself silently. I will be like a grass in the future. I will persevere in everything and be more serious in class.
The topic of grass in grade two and six, "Wildfire has never exhausted them, but they are tall again in the spring breeze", is an accurate portrayal of grass, which not only has tenacious vitality, but also has the lofty spirit of silent dedication. It does not compete with flowers. I just want to support a little new green on the vast wasteland.
When spring came, the grass stuck its head out of the ground and sprouted a little new green on the ground, but in a few days, the mountains and plains were all green, green, green and dark green. The mountains are covered with a scent.
When the flowers are still in bud, who has noticed the humble grass on the roadside? It is not as elegant as peony, as fragrant as jasmine, as beautiful as rose, or as tall and straight as pine.
Grass not only has obscure dedication, but also has tenacious life.
Once, it was raining cats and dogs outside I think all the weeds growing in Dong Jun Square have been destroyed. As a result, I went to see it with an umbrella, but the grass was safe and sound, and I still held my head high and smiled in the wind and rain. And the tall and straight leaves are about to be beaten flat.
The great grass spirit is worth learning. There are many great men in the world who have been shut a window by God, but God has opened a door for them. Helen Keller, for example, was paraplegic, but he was unyielding and became a member of the British royal family, making great contributions to the world.
Ah! I praise you, grass! Your life is great. I am willing to grow up to be a grass and add a touch of new green to our motherland.
My dream is to be an ordinary grass. Although the grass is unknown, it has infinite vitality and life.
If I were a grass, I would stay away from this world, as long as I do my job well-foil the beauty and exquisiteness of flowers.
If I were a grass, I would like to grow next to the hospital, because there are always many patients in the hospital. They look tired and depressed, and I want them to see the hope of living. Once, a little girl was admitted to the hospital. She was lively and lovely, beaten black and blue by illness, and had no will to live. I crept up to her and said to the little girl, "Look at me, little girl. I survived wind, sun, heat and rain. Now I am enjoying the flowers and birds. My daily life is rich and colorful. You can do it. You can't lose hope in life. " I said and stood up. The little girl blinked as if to tell me that I understood. Sure enough, a month later, the little girl was discharged from the hospital.
If I were a grass, I would like to grow up in a barren desert, because many desert explorers have lost their way in the desert and lost the will to go on. I want them to know that no matter what difficulties there are, they must go on, and maybe success is ahead. I want to say to them, "look at me. Although I am a humble grass, don't I live in the desert? "
"Wildfire never consumes them, they grow taller in the spring breeze", I hope it is a grass.
There are patches of grass in front of our building. This kind of grass is irregular, it will spread from east to north, sometimes it will hide in the Woods, or next to fitness equipment, and some will boldly lie on both sides of the road.
Grass is mostly the habitat of stray dogs and cats, or the only shortcut for us children to take for convenience. Perhaps for this reason, the grass will wither a lot from time to time, but no one will notice.
Most children in this yard don't care what the grass grows every day. The most common way for them to get together with the grass is to lie on the grass mercilessly, or jump on them countless times.
Every time I go back to the yard, I always pass the grass in front of the carport first, sometimes because ants along the way will notice the nearby grass. I don't care about them at ordinary times, so I hurry home and do my homework.
It rained these two days during the holiday, and I didn't even have a chance to go downstairs. Don't say observing animals and plants. Just looking at the misty scenery in the distance through the balcony window.
Today, when I was still writing my homework. My mother received a phone call telling me that my aunt invited everyone to the hotel for a Mid-Autumn Festival dinner.
I went downstairs briskly. When mom and dad went downstairs, they met their neighbors who came back from other places and began to chat with each other. Because of this time, I came to the yard alone.
It is still raining. Probably because of the rainy weather these two days, the plants in the yard are particularly green and conspicuous everywhere.
I came to a meadow. The grass in the grass is taller and stronger than before. Although it is still raining, they are very happy.
As soon as the wind blows, slowly, the grass lowers its head and slowly raises its head. They seem to blow dry their wet hair in the breeze.
There are also some nameless wildflowers in the grass, all of which are very energetic. The rain washed away the dirt on their skirts, and they all showed it beautifully.
When there is sunshine on the grass from time to time, the children dig small ditches in the yard with small shovels. The rain in these two days has filled these small ditches, and their roads are like streams at this time. A little sunny, a little cloudy. But most of them lie quietly by the grass. But there are also those disobedient streams jumping happily under the rain. There are also some streams that carry the capacity of transportation in obscurity. A few leaves fall from the branches inadvertently and then sail on the streams like boats. Although there were no passengers on the whole voyage, they sailed back and forth on this stream conscientiously. I hope a guest can visit their boat.
A heavy rain gave me a chance to get close to the grass. There are beautiful flowers, tall and straight trees, and irregular lawns. At this time, they are all so cute. I prefer the little green grass lying on the ground by the corner and under the roots. Green grass needs no careful care, let alone watering and fertilizing. It can settle anywhere at will and be tested by the scorching sun and storms.
I don't like green grass, and I think it's nothing more than ordinary. Whether in the field or by the river, green grass can be seen everywhere. Until now, I have been walking on a grassy path. I think the air here is very fresh. When I went in and looked more carefully, I found many tender green grass buds growing in cracks in the stone. Strangely, there is no soil around these stones, but hard flat ground. If it weren't for the rain, I'm afraid there wouldn't even be any water. How could this grass bud be ... This phenomenon shocked me at once. Why don't these grass buds grow in places with plenty of water and fertile soil? And chose the poor condition under the big stone? Look, looking at me seems to understand some truth, so this is the power of life! Unexpectedly, the grass bud has such a strong vitality that it can survive tenaciously in an environment that is 100 times heavier and 100 times harder than itself.
Rain is so pure, so beautiful, so magical. Brought this landscape.
Maybe the rain stopped when it saw this beautiful scenery.
The rain slowly stopped.
The veil between heaven and earth was slowly lifted. Small raindrops seem to be accompanied by a small dance music. "Tick-tock, tick-tock" The rain falls in a small puddle, splashing bubbles, falling on the umbrella, becoming small water droplets and naughty landing on the grass tip. Little water drops that rarely stop on it are like putting a shiny crown on the grass. The little wild flower looked at these and smiled.
The grass slowly spread out and became green and soft. Green and fluffy. They seem happier.
In the sixth grade, composition 5 on the topic of grass, "I am a grass not as tall as flowers and trees". Whenever I listen to this song, I can't help singing, because I wish I were a grass.
I am a grass. Spring came, and the spring rain moistened me. Teacher Chun gave me a green dress. Grandfather Sun hasn't got up yet, and I already have some decorations on me. Little bee. Butterfly gets up in the morning and says hello to me. "Hello, Grass!"
I am a grass. When summer comes, I enjoy the sunshine to the fullest. A group of children are playing. "It's great to have a comfortable sleep on this spotless grass!" I am extremely happy to hear this sentence.
I am a grass. Miss Qiu's loose clothes brought gold to the earth. The leaves slowly fell and I withered. An old woman collected my brothers and sisters in a laundry basket and dried them in the yard. A few days later, grandma put me in the kitchen. I know this is my last moment, and I wait quietly. ...
I am a grass, although I wither, I will grow again, because my vitality is very strong. "Wildfire never consumes them, but they grow taller again in the spring breeze"!
I am a grass. Although I am not as fragrant as flowers, my vitality is tenacious. I feel very happy, because I sacrificed myself and brought benefits to others. I feel proud, proud.