Clay praise composition 500 words 1 clay, a familiar word; Earth, a common thing; Soil, a thing that is often overlooked. Dirt, what on earth do you have to praise?
Spring returns to the earth, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the sleeping earth finally wakes up. The grass began to stick its head out. It is big and green, and a spring breeze blows. They look dense. It's really "the spring breeze blows high"! Watching the grass turn into a green carpet, I can't help but bow my head and want to kiss the lovely little guy. Huh? What is that smell? How is it more charming than the fragrance of flowers? Come closer, it turns out to be-the smell of earth. This taste is very light and fresh, as if it were not. How come? How can you smell so charming? Why do you just hide under the grass and not show up? I see, you must be modest and not seek fame and fortune. I want to praise you loudly, praise your modesty and simplicity.
Summer, the season of passion. Sometimes it's like a stove, sometimes it's like a reservoir. It's really changeable. Woods are people's favorite places, fresh and cool. Sitting under the tree, I accidentally bumped into you, so hard. What happened? Is it water shortage? I see, you must have provided water for the tree. I want to praise you loudly and your selfless dedication.
Autumn is crisp, and it is another harvest season. Golden leaves danced like butterflies and fell to the ground, paving a "golden avenue". Is this the end of leaf life? No, no. I see. You must have turned them into nutrition for next year, right? "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." You are the benefactor of the tree! I want to praise you loudly and praise you for helping others.
The wind was biting, and all was silent. Snow covers the earth, and many plants can't stand this environment-they are dead. And you hide under the snow, maybe some people think it's an escape. I see, this is not timidity, but another way to face difficulties successfully. I will praise you loudly and praise your courage and perseverance.
Earth, everything about you is worthy of my praise.
I want to praise you loudly-dirt!
500 words 2 What is dirt? Is it ordinary soil? That's right. Who cares? Most people don't pay attention to it, but I like dirt.
Where is the dirt? Right under our feet. What can the soil do? It can make plants thrive. The soil gives all the nutrients to the plants, but asks for nothing in return. Do you know how long it takes for a piece of land to become fertile? How many crops can it grow? If human fertilization is removed, after several rounds of planting, the soil will become barren or even desertification.
The soil is truly selfless. Some people say that trees are selfless, that's right. But the selflessness of plants comes from the soil. Without the selfless feeding of the soil, where does the shade of the big tree come from? So I said that the selflessness of the tree is the dedication of the soil.
I want to ask you: What are we walking on? You will definitely answer without hesitation-cement road! Yes, what's under the cement road? It's dirt! The thick soil on the earth carries not only the cement road under our feet, but also our houses, lakes and ... We run happily on the dirt road, we live in the dirt building, we play on the grass, ... The soil is silent under our feet without complaint, and it doesn't ask anyone for any reward.
The earth has given us everything in obscurity, isn't it just like a teacher selflessly imparting knowledge to students? On the playground, people cheer for the athletes, people give them flowers and praise, but who would think of the people behind their achievements-coaches and sparring partners? Without the obscure support of coaches and sparring partners, where can there be the brilliance of athletes on the field? Aren't those who work silently behind our backs just like the dirt around us?
I love dirt, and I love those who make contributions as obscure as dirt!
Clay sculpture praise composition 500 words 3 when our eyes full of appreciation linger on delicate flowers; When we look at the tall and straight trees with great respect; When we are immersed in the heavy harvest joy, we ignore the soil that has been quietly dedicated behind us.
"The rain in the sky is crisp", "Little Lotus just shows its sharp horns", "Frost leaves are redder than February flowers" and "Plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold". Under your nourishment, these plants are full of vitality. You have nurtured plants with broad arms. When people praise them, they are elegant, gentle and colorful, and your heart is full of joy. You will never feel sad because people ignore you. Clay, I praise you and your broad mind.
"Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet", "Only shallow grass can have no horseshoe" and "You can see cattle and sheep when the wind blows". You use your huge body to accommodate the survival of all kinds of animals. When the animals multiply from generation to generation, your heart is full of joy. There are many beautiful sentences praising different animals in ancient and modern China and abroad, but you are not here, but you have never been moved and annoyed by it. Instead, you work harder. Clay, I praise you and your selflessness.
Tao Yuanming, "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan", Li Bai, "Since the world can never answer our desire, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take a fishing boat", Zhou Dunyi, "You have raised generations of people who read widely, and only your aura can breed such heroes, but future generations only praise their brilliance, but no one praises the contribution of the soil. Earth, I praise you and your aura.
You are willing to live at the bottom and make contributions to mankind in obscurity, but never show off and never be proud. Clay, I want to write a hymn for you and sing a hymn for you, praising the spirit of selfless dedication.
Have you ever observed the soil under your feet? Perhaps you have observed the trees in the sky, hot springs and magnificent waterfalls bred from the soil ... When people lament everything bred by nature, they forget that the warm soil under their feet is the foundation.
Soil, there are all kinds of soil. Red soil in Tibet, black soil in Heilongjiang, loess in Shanxi, and some other kinds of soil, but perhaps because of the soil and water in a country, I prefer the soil in my hometown. In this modern city wrapped in steel bars, there are only mud and flowerpots in the garden. Even my hometown has been a cement road leading to every household in recent years. Only the mountain behind my house still contains the purest and wettest soil in this city. Every family's children have their own territory here. Maybe when you inadvertently move the stones by the stream, you will find small crabs. When little feet step on this warm land, there will be a special taste, just like mom's hand touching you. Tired of playing, the children lie on the ground in twos and threes, enjoying the comfort of nature.
In bubbling hot springs, lava volcanoes and forests with towering trees, people often only praise the wonderful natural landscape and vigorous vitality, but forget the trampled soil under their feet. That soil is the foundation of all things. It is vast and simple, and it nourishes everything silently. Whether you go from the South Pole to the North Pole or from Eurasia to America, you will find soil everywhere.
That soil carries the sky, the earth, the sun of tomorrow and the hearts of all wanderers.
From ancient times to the present, when we go for a spring outing and see towering trees and bright flowers, we will give a heartfelt sigh. Who will pay attention to the soil under his feet? Soil is small and insignificant, but how great the role of soil is!
You see that towering building is supported by it again. If there is no soil, buildings will collapse. Look, how lush these flowers are. If the soil does not firmly grasp their roots, the wind will blow them away, the rainstorm will wash them away, and the hail will bury them. Don't you see that there are uneven soil everywhere on both sides of the road, and they guard every inch of land without complaint or regret? You just think it's dirt? Didn't you think of a compliment at all? Are only flowers and plants worthy of your praise in your eyes? Don't you think there is soil under these flowers and plants? They held them tightly to prevent them from being submerged by the storm. They see flowers and plants being loved and praised. I don't feel wronged at all, but I still do my job well. Isn't this spirit worthy of your praise? Isn't their selfless dedication worth learning at all? Mud is the most common thing in our life. We trample on their bodies every day. Not only do they not complain, but they also do their work well every day. Don't you think mud is good at all? Just think it's his duty? Don't you think he is tired of eating at all? I love the earth, and I also love the earth that is selfless and unrequited!
This is an article praising the soil. The author praises the small and insignificant soil, and his brushwork focuses on the role of soil. Mud is willing to protect the foundation of the house under the house, provide protection for flowers and plants, and do its due duty in obscurity. Fluent language and sincere feelings.
Some people praise the plum blossoms in Shuang Ling, some people praise the pines and cypresses that are not afraid of cold, and some people marvel at the flowers that bloom proudly, but I want to praise this ordinary soil.
Soil is our mother, and it breeds everything in the world. She is ordinary and simple, broad and heavy. She put in her own nutrients to make seeds germinate and flowers bloom, but she has no regrets. Whenever I see endless layers of wheat waves and stroll in the pleasing sea of flowers, people will admire the ingenuity of nature, but forget that it is this ordinary soil that really gives them life.
For thousands of years, soil has carried all kinds of hopes and dreams of human beings and held up an ancient civilization with a long history. Although she is under everything and hidden behind success, she has never been paid attention to, but her great, simple and unknown spirit stands above everything.
Aren't there people around us who treat us like dirt? Farmers have been busy and working hard in the fields all their lives. Their work seems humble, but it makes many people stop starving. There are also selfless teachers who take care of us all the time in life and silently encourage and support us in our studies, but in the end they leave the vicissitudes to themselves. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will cry the wick away every night. There are also cleaning workers all over the city who stick to their posts despite the cold and heat, leaving us a clean and comfortable environment, although no one has ever thanked them. ...
They may just be at the bottom of society, maybe they will be unknown and ignored all their lives, but they are a solid foundation, the foundation of social development and the cornerstone of a nation's prosperity. Everything is inseparable from the soil, and our lives are inseparable from people like the soil. Let's praise them loudly!
Mud praise composition 500 words 7 mud, all over the world, almost everywhere. From towering snow-capped mountains to bottomless valleys; From the tree-lined rainforest to the sea-like Yuan Ye; From the perennial arid Gobi to the rough sea, there are barren places everywhere. However, although hers is really ordinary, it also has its own nobility!
As we all know. Mud breeds countless lives. She allows life to draw nutrients from herself at will, without asking for anything in return, which is the truest portrayal of her self-sacrifice and broad mind. It is also because of everything she gave birth to that she is more beautiful. In spring, lush green grass covers her; In summer, gorgeous flowers decorate her; In autumn, colorful leaves decorate her; In winter, snow warms her. And the hard rocks around her, no matter how hard, have already turned into dust and disappeared with the wind in the weather day after day and year after year.
The earth is tolerant, and she can tolerate everything without forgetting. No matter what hurts her, she will use her deep love, tolerance and influence. That's why she is so broad. Tolerance adds to her infinite charm.
In my mind, Mud High School is not only about this, but also that even though she has made such a great contribution, she still keeps a low profile and never climbs. Of course, there is her figure on the snow-capped mountains and plateaus, but its nature is to bow to the valleys of the plains, to look at the world's creatures and her children with its own strength to nurture and tolerate everything, and to love. ...
This is soil, the soil of self-sacrifice; This is the soil, generous and broad soil; This is soil, low-key and introverted soil. She is the mother of all things in the world, but she always has a modest heart. While cultivating and embracing everything, she remains modest, and at the same time makes people realize the truth: a real great man is never proud!
In Jin Mu, the ancients believed that the world was made up of water, fire and earth. Whether this statement is scientific or not, I just want to say that this ranking is not reasonable enough. In terms of brains, skills and contributions, soil is not under the fire and water of Jin Mu, so why should it be ranked last?
Soil breeds and nourishes all things, giving all things room for survival and development. Soil is unique and ubiquitous. Perhaps it is because of her omnipresence that people ignore her and ignore that she is the mother of all things.
Her appearance is really unattractive. The face is black, the skin is rough and the wrinkles are deep, which has almost no appreciation value. However, when people appreciate the towering trees, gorgeous flowers and full rice, have they ever thought that they all have an "ugly" mother? Have you ever thought that this "ugly" soil is also the mother of human beings?
Mud doesn't care about other people's attitude towards her. Whether people praise or laugh at her, appreciate or ignore her, she always pays without asking for anything in return. Every bud digging, every flower blooming and every fruit ripening are full of selfless love from the earth. When people watch gorgeous flowers and taste delicious fruits, the mother of all things-soil must be smiling sweetly!
In life, there are many selfless people, such as farmers, masons, cleaners ... these people are not valued by others and can't make any money, but they are the cornerstone of society and play a huge role.
Tu looks ugly, but her spirit is great. I want to praise the mother of all things-soil.
Mud praise composition 500 words 9 dark soil, mixed with wisps of fragrance, we were born in soil, but we look down on this ordinary soil. Earth, there is no beauty of peony, no thyme of cold plum, no refreshing of jasmine. I will praise this land.
The soil is a black plain. She didn't complain when we trampled on her. When we enjoy the cool in the shade, we will praise the height of the tree and the goodness of the tree.
But I can't think of the most essential soil. Without soil, there would be no big trees. Without big trees, we have no place to enjoy the cool.
We can't see the soil, she is too ordinary, and her ordinary is by no means ordinary. She is ordinary but extraordinary. She is ordinary in silent dedication, she is extraordinary in not letting people know her ordinary.
Soil, the source of all things, breeds vegetables, fruits, grass and trees. She gave birth to everything she ate, drank and watched. When we babble, we are closest to dirt, dirt, our good friends and even our mothers. We ran on the earth and she stared at us. Maybe she will corrupt us, but this is her chance to make us independent. Sometimes we hate dirt, but sometimes we like it. We should love her, at least like her.
Having said so much is not to praise the greatness of soil, but to let us realize a real soil, an unknown soil.
You see, in life, this soil is like many people in our life, selfless cleaners, hardworking workers and simple farmers. They don't give silently like dirt. Although these working people at the bottom of society have worked hard, they have not complained. Their qualities all show the ordinary and extraordinary of the soil. She silently contributed to the ordinary, and she was unfair because she didn't let people know her ordinary.
Having said that, we should have a new attitude towards the soil, not only the soil, but also everything in life. We should be an ordinary and extraordinary person like soil.
The story of 500 words 10 red soil is called caring. The dry soil in the end of the world is a sandstorm. The knife is hidden in ordinary people's homes and a piece of soil and sand is dug under the east fence. Lovely soil enriches childhood play. Dig a piece of soil in the morning with high humidity and you can play late into the night.
It is no exaggeration to say that without the gorgeous colors of Chinese rose and the refreshing fragrance of roses, the soil is ugly. However, this ordinary and simple soil, broad and thick, silently contributes without asking for anything in return, and makes great achievements without publicity.
When we are young, we can always turn mud into flowers. When we go to school, after class, naughty children always like to dig a piece of mud in the flower pond, and then squat side by side on the granite beside the sidewalk, knead the mud into various shapes, throw away water and remove impurities. I don't care even if it's covered in mud, but the teacher always likes to appear when we are in the highest mood and shout, "smelly boy, you can't get dirty mud!" " Hurry back to the classroom! "We always seize the opportunity to grab a piece of mud and stuff it into our trouser pockets or arms. In class, we glance at the mud in the table from time to time and think about how to knead it into various shapes.
The earth breeds everything, and with it, human beings can reproduce. Mud is our food and clothing parents, but now it is crying to us, because it has left a lot of chemical pesticides and battery residues, and even its close partners have been lost. Now a large area of grassland has been replaced by heavy industry houses. The earth has been moaning, but we are indifferent.
The former dirt road has been replaced by the ruthless cement road, and the familiar smell of dirt in childhood is rarely heard. The smell of cement really annoys me. When I was a child, I fell on the mud and laughed silly. Now the child falls on the solid soil and tears more.
The secret you have been hiding in the kiln for thousands of years is as delicate as an embroidered needle landing. The predecessor of gorgeous and exquisite blue and white porcelain is ordinary soil.
Let those poor people spit on the land and despise it. I want to praise it loudly.
Tuzan composition 500 words 1 1 Tuzan is really extraordinary, I praise Tuzan!
Do you think that whenever you walk on a country road full of soil fragrance, it is everywhere? Do you feel the importance of soil when you enjoy the scenery on the high roof? When you admire the fragrance of trees, have you ever thought about the soil you have paid silently? When you see precious paleontological fossils, do you think of the soil that has protected them for hundreds of millions of years?
This is the soil, which is extremely common and effective in the world, but it is the embodiment of silence and selflessness.
Now that science and technology are developed, soilless culture has gradually replaced soil planting. The working mode of "facing the loess and facing the sky" has become a thing of the past, and the soil has gradually faded out of people's sight. However, they are still hit endlessly by nature: the Loess Plateau is eroded by the Yellow River water, bringing hundreds of millions of tons of soil every year, endangering both sides of the North China Plain; Because of long-term industrial wastewater irrigation, the soil becomes useless; Vegetation was destroyed by human beings, and the soil with high economic value turned into useless sand. The soil has become riddled with holes!
This is the soil, which still exists after hundreds of millions of years of blows, weather-beaten soil.
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Soil is extraordinary, it is very common in the world, not valued by people, just like workers; It pays silently, paving the way for the construction of the motherland, just like workers. I praise the soil, because it not only symbolizes the workers, but also symbolizes the spirit of being strong, selfless, unknown and unrequited in our national construction today.
Let those who look down on workers, despise workers and do not strive for progress praise the beautiful granite and despise this extremely common and important soil! I want to praise the soil loudly!
If I can, I would like to be a piece of soil, a humble soil, an unknown soil; A soil that regards dedication as fun!
Nizan Composition 500 words 12 The reason why the flowers are so delicate and charming is because of the silent foil of green leaves. The reason why green leaves are so strong and full is that they are silently cared for by the soil.
In a vast land, there are colorful flowers everywhere. A group of tourists passed by and kept exclaiming, "Look, such beautiful flowers!" ! But did they notice the green leaves under the flowers? Will they pay attention to black soil? Maybe they are too inconspicuous, too inconspicuous.
On the stage, singers who are praised by everyone and dancers who are admired by everyone show their talents and elegant demeanor on the stage, especially under the colorful lights, which are even more gorgeous and moving. But who knows who is behind the gorgeous lights? Is it a computer? No, it's the little-known behind-the-scenes people who control the lights and props on the stage in obscurity. Without the hard work of the people behind the scenes, there would be no such touching performance by the performers. Ah! Behind the scenes, you are a handful of dirt!
During the Olympic Games, people are always most concerned about the athletes, but who will bring water to the athletes and coaches in the scorching sun? Who travels between venues every day? Who leads the way for everyone? Who won't watch the ball game and clean the venue? Who ... are those selfless volunteers. They volunteered to serve the Olympic Games without taking a penny. Some people may think that these volunteers are "full and have nothing to do" and ignore them. Have you ever thought: Without these volunteers, can the Beijing Olympic Games go smoothly? Volunteers are an indispensable part of the Olympic Games. Ah! Olympic volunteers, you are a handful of dirt!
Dirt, you are behind the scenes, volunteers and servers ... you are humble but great. You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others. I would like to be a soil, a soil silently dedicated to society and the motherland!
Clay praise composition 500 words 13 It has no gorgeous colors, only monotonous khaki; It has no beautiful legend, only eternal massiness; It has no romantic poetry, only wordless simplicity; It doesn't have the precious brilliance of diamonds and pearls, the charming brilliance of the sun, the moon and the stars, and even its name is humble-earth.
It will appear in every corner of the world, and all kinds of creatures in the world need its feeding. It is so common that people often ignore its existence. It silently dedicated everything to itself, but how many literati have praised it since ancient times? In life, just a foil role, pay alone, be trampled by others, and say nothing. Therefore, simple yellow became its symbol.
Occasionally lie on the grass, close your eyes and smell the natural smell. Suddenly, a moist and fresh fragrance jumped into the nose. Ha, that must be some beautiful flowers. I can open my eyes, only to find that it is a newly turned ridge by farmers. I began to doubt my sense of smell and leaned in carefully. This is another strong smell, mixed with the fragrance of grass and wild flowers. Why does the soil smell sweet? Oh, I see, spring is here, and we are ready to breed crops. It wants to release its happiness of contributing to mankind without regrets! Even ordinary things will have their own fragrance, just like soil, faint and intoxicating.
Many people will despise soil and their simplicity and monotony. However, has it ever occurred to people that without soil, where can we get delicious food? Where do luxury buildings without soil come from? Without soil, where do intelligent human beings come from? Without soil, where does the vitality of the earth come from? They feed everything in the world with nutrients, just as farmers face the loess with their backs to the sky. They work hard and raise us with food, but they never complain. Farmers and those who contribute silently, just like soil, have humble, strong and selfless blood flowing in their bones! Who are we to despise them?
Therefore, I praise the soil, its love and selflessness, its simplicity and firmness, and everything about it. If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a small piece of soil, fragrant and dedicated to my life.
Clay praise composition 500 words 14 It has no gorgeous colors, only monotonous khaki. It has no magical legends, only more drums. She is not as dazzling as the stars and the moon. Can be described as the light of fireflies. How can she compare with the bright moon? People can't even stand still, not even trivial fireflies.
Walking on the path in front of the house, the soil in my hometown is everywhere, but there are towering trees on both sides. Walking here in summer won't feel a trace of warmth. Grass grows under the branches. "Wildfire never devours them, and the spring breeze blows high." People always praise the tenacity of grass. They grow taller in the spring breeze. How can he live without the help of the soil?
A few years later, great changes have taken place in my hometown. What attracts my attention is the annual rings left on the map by the years. The annual rings are somewhat expressive. So what? One day, they will still be cut down, leaving only eternal soil that will not be nourished by the world and my own body. Some people say that everything in the world is a bonus, while others say it is a green leaf. However, the selfless soil that has given mankind the greatest help has been thrown aside. It wouldn't be like this if you didn't spit it out. Without soil, there would be no continent. If there were no mainlanders, it would be a novel and a magnificent pyramid in human history. It is said that it is the crystallization of human wisdom, but there is no more ancient soil and selfless dedication. How can there be such a magnificent building?
Now the dirt road in front of the house is also made of cement, and the towering building is in front of us. Everything can't lack water, but man can't lack soil. Without soil, where did the food come from, where did the eye-catching flowers come from, and where did the country become so powerful today?
Indeed, the earth, only dull khaki, has no eternal glory at all, but I praise your spirit of spitting, and your simplicity and selflessness to everything in the world.
Nizan composition 500 words 15 It is willing to be trampled by us, it is willing to dedicate every inch of its body, it is willing to be unknown, and it is willing to be the most humble existence in the world.
The soil is small. They are just tiny particles, but they converge into a vast land. The soil is very common. They are only red or yellow substances widely distributed on the surface of the earth, but they bear the food, clothing, housing and transportation of all mankind. When I walked past rows of buildings, I saw beautiful flowers cultivated in the soil of urban gardens. When I walked past the hut where the smoke was curling, I saw that the soil in the country was feeding strong wheat seedlings. When I walked to the endless grassland, I saw the raised hills and the soil that fed the green grass. I can't help but marvel!
When I go up the mountain, I always pick up a handful of dirt and look at it carefully to see its simple color; Smell it gently, smell its moist fragrance. Whenever I do this, I always think of my usual porridge and rice, and the wide road under my feet.
When I picked up a handful of dirt, I thought of the farmers who worked hard in the fields year after year. Their faces are tan after years of hard work, and they always smell of sweat-soaked soil. It's not the strong perfume of the city people deliberately, but the artificial smell. In contrast, I prefer the simple earthy flavor of farmers.
They are also low-key like dirt. Although they can be said to be "outstanding"-they grow food and vegetables with hard-working hands to meet people's needs, they never show off their contributions. They are busy with farming diligently and work in obscurity. They didn't choose to give up their fields and go to the city to make a living. But stick to the most bitter posts at the grassroots level and guard the fields left by ancestors for a living. They are very tired and earn very little. There are also young students in some cities who give up the opportunity to work in big companies and resolutely come to the countryside to spread scientific and technological knowledge and help farmers get rich scientifically. This dedication is no different from soil!
Picking up another handful of dirt will not hide my praise and admiration for it. I want to praise it loudly!