Some people like flowers, others like trees, but I like soil. The soil is unknown and never shows off. It is not like a flower that blooms every spring, which is amazing. The soil is cultivated silently, flowers and trees are cultivated, and the earth is full of vitality.
Speaking of dirty, it has great skills. Can make trees thrive, let trees absorb nutrients, trees release oxygen, absorb carbon dioxide, and let people breathe fresh oxygen. Soil can also make flowers bloom and give off fragrance. Soil can also make thousands of flowers and trees in Qian Qian smile on the earth, and let thousands of herbivores in Qian Qian eat fresh leaves and grass ... Soil is really a good thing.
The earth will not float around like clouds in the sky, thinking that it is the best traveler in the world. The soil just stays in one place quietly and cultivates silently. In spring, flowers are in full bloom, which is because of the soil; In autumn, the fruit trees are ripe, which is still the credit of the soil; The rice and vegetables we eat in our life are all because of the soil. Seeds take root, sprout and grow leaves ... The greening of nature is yours-the soil.
The earth makes nature flourish, green grass, green mountains and green waters, all of which you gave to nature. Ah! Dirt, I like you!
The earth is composed of 350 words 2. The earth is soft, smooth and continuous. When it comes to soil, we are all strangers, but who really knows and understands it?
Every one of us, from birth, has planted deep roots on the road. Can't we say that the only way is that the soil gives us life? If you say no, then I ask you, if there is no soil, the whole world is an ocean. Where do we live? If there is no soil, there will be no land, so there will be no beautiful home for us. If there were no soil, how could we have such a happy life today? Are these points enough to prove that the soil has given us precious life? Are we rooted in this ordinary soil?
Yes, the soil is very common. Without it, can China be as powerful and brilliant as it is today?
Grass germinates in the soil, flowers bloom in the soil, trees stand tall and straight in the soil, and human beings have bred generations of Chinese sons and daughters in the soil. What does this mean? It can be seen that everything in the world is inseparable from the soil. Everything is bred by soil, and so is man. Soil is the foundation of our human beings and the food and clothing parents of our parents. The soil is ordinary and simple, broad and thick, and its spirit of silent dedication to mankind is worth learning. It is like a mother who gave birth to us.
Dirt, my roots. I can take root in the soil and I have no regrets. I am deeply proud to be able to take root in the soil.
Ah! Dirt, my roots.
What can be separated from the deep soil from the creation of man by Nuwa in ancient times?
Reputation is great, and no one can compare with it in the present age.
Biological reproduction depends on soil, which is doomed by the earth.
We use it to grow crops, and the crops we cultivate are bright with tears;
We use it to burn bricks and tiles. Bricks and tiles are solid, supporting the sky above and protecting the earth below.
We use it as cement, and the skyscrapers we build are extremely strong and stand tall;
We use it to build canals, and the river of life flows slowly. The canal is durable and nourishes people's lives for a long time.
Soil, with its stalwart body, has promoted the development of history, human development and scientific and technological progress.
Never make it public
Mud is not only a good husband, but also a good woman. Look at those exquisite porcelain. They are exquisite and unpretentious, and there are many ancient incense in Guanghua. This is the most famous porcelain in Jingdezhen. After the fire, the soil has been thoroughly remoulded and become a beautiful and brilliant work of art ... Even so, it will never be publicized, preferring to be buried in the soil for a long time.
In the city, although buried under heavy asphalt, it did not feel sorry for itself, but redoubled its efforts. To store groundwater, I would like to be a place where grass grows, an ant playground and a stone balance. ...
There was a spark in my heart, which ignited a withered heart: to be a useful person, a dedicated and unknown person.
A long time ago, a group of ants moved into the soil to live. But when they saw Tu seemed angry and didn't say anything, they asked with concern, "Tu, what's wrong with you?" Suddenly, Tu said loudly, "How dare you say, if it weren't for you, how could I be laughed at by Dashu's friends?" Speaking of which, it's disgusting that I let bugs around me. "Ants are also angered by the tone of the earth. The ant emperor said loudly, "children, let's go." An ant said, "Say we are disgusting bugs, and you are!" " "Immediately, many ants echoed and headed for the hole. "Go away," said the earth. "I live freely without you."
After the ants go out, they are exposed to the wind, sun and fear, and they can't even sleep well. Because there will be ant-eating animals suddenly coming up to eat a lot of ants, there will be large animals stepping on them, and there will be natural disasters, such as storms and fires ... Many ants will die every time, and even the ant emperor will die under the protection of ants. He changed one. The first order of the new ant emperor was that all ants should return to the mud hole and live in peace with the soil. And the earth is also very distressed. Without ants, it can relax blood vessels and help it eat waste. There is no ant to talk. It is lonely and sick. When the ants saw the dirt, they all cried to each other and vowed to help each other forever.
From then on, ants and soil helped each other to resist foreign enemies. None of the ants died, and the soil was never sick. Since then, both sides have lived a comfortable life. Ants are protected by the soil, and the soil has ants to help them cure diseases. Everything became wonderful, and a new life began.
If the earth is an old man of time, Jinshan will collapse no matter how high it is, and its status will fall no matter how high it is, and power will not exist forever. It is precisely because the earth has it that it stays on earth for a long time, and life is eternal only with her!
If the soil is flowers and plants, unite as one, unite with all the same kind, and contribute a little color to the earth without hesitation. Bloom is beautiful, and so is the withered grass. A flower and a grass are the simplest and purest partners. Therefore, the earth is full of youthful vitality.
If the soil is sincere, it will never be proud of it. Open your heart, broaden your horizons, Ren Woxing, accept the power given by the sun, break the hypocrisy, and let extravagant desires and gray thoughts be wasted together. More kindness and kindness, more enthusiasm and dedication.
If the soil is a mirror, in every fresh morning, it reflects the beauty that you often don't find and the defects that everyone has; Perfect yourself, know yourself and yourself, be superior and stand out from the crowd in the melting pot of this world, so that you can find a way to both ends.
If the soil is a small tree. Even if the foot is hard rock. Roots bend deep into the soil, drill into gaps, draw on the source of life, grow into towering trees, and sow a shade for the earth.
I have seen many things: plum blossoms that are not afraid of cold, grass that is not afraid of difficulties, indomitable bamboo ... but what moved me most is the selfless dedication of the soil.
There are many kinds of soil, including ordinary yellow soil and fertile black soil ... I like soil because it nourishes all plants, meets their needs and gives all the nutrients in the body to all plants. Without it, where can there be fragrant rice? Without it, how can there be bright red and green fruits and vegetables?
I like dirt because it is trampled underfoot without resentment. What a doormat. It created everything in the world; Houses, stones, chairs and other things are inseparable from the soil.
I like soil because it is great. You must have heard of Nu Wa Made Man. Legend has it that Nu Wa created us from clay. Can you believe it? But I believe, so we should thank the soil. Although it is not beautiful, it has made many contributions to people's life and production.
I like dirt, and I like cleaners with dirt character. Although it is not so glamorous, it is not afraid of cold and heat. Isn't it the most useful "soil" in the world to clean the streets and let people live in clean places? Here, I say "thank you" to them.
Usually, we only praise the delicate flowers and the green and delicate grass, but how many people praise the soil that feeds everything, and how many people find the beauty of the soil?
Flowers are beautiful and grass is delicate, but if there is no soil to nourish and cultivate, where can beautiful flowers grow and where can delicate grass grow? So, here, I want to praise the beauty of the soil.
Soil feeds human beings. When human beings sow the seeds of grain on the soil, the soil begins to nurture human beings. After the harvest, the grain raised human beings. Therefore, soil is the mother of all things.
The earth is selfless in obscurity, seeking nothing in return or merit, and feeding all living things on the earth with its own strength. Although soil has no gorgeous appearance, it is only black, but its spirit is really worth learning. There is a good saying: "The great things in the world are often not appearances, but inner spirits."
I also admire people with earthy spirit. They work quietly in ordinary jobs, do not complain about hard work, work hard, never complain about others, never envy others, and silently contribute to others and society.
I praise the soil and its unpretentious beauty; I praise the soil, praise it for its inclusive and broad-minded beauty; I praise the soil, its obscurity and selfless beauty.
Once upon a time, there was a bunch of roses and the land under its feet were inseparable friends.
One day, while they were chatting excitedly, suddenly the sky was overcast with clouds, and there were a few muffled noises, and raindrops the size of peas fell from the sky. "Oh, it's raining hard!" Rose smiled and lifted her face, and the rain washed away the dust on it, making the red flowers more charming. Suddenly, with a bang, a big drop of mud splashed on the beautiful petals. Can roses tolerate this "great shame"? He gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Why did you dirty my face?"! Have you no eyes? " The earth trembled with anger, glanced at the rose contemptuously and said, "I didn't mean to." What are you angry about? " In this way, two people for this little thing, swearing at each other, pointing at each other. Finally, Ross roared, "You black guy, stand up!" " ""go away, who wants you? I really don't know how many! "Tu walked away angrily." Go as far away as possible, I never want to see you again! "Ross shouted at the back of the soil. Who knows, not long after the soil left, Rose felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, almost out of breath. She quickly shouted "Help-". As soon as the soil heard the sound of roses, it flew.
When Rose woke up, she found herself lying in the arms of the earth. She said, "Thank you, my old friend, for giving me life!" " ""I want to thank you, old chap. Because of you, my life is meaningful! " Soil said with a smile.
Clay composition is 350 words and 9 words. What is that?
That's a pile of dirty things that no one will notice. It may be useless and dirty in everyone's eyes. But I don't think so. From the first day I knew it, I thought it was great, gentle and deep.
The soil is great. When I first transferred to the 23rd Primary School, there was only one road at the school gate. If I come out late, there will be traffic jams or even lateness. Now, people have built a dirt road at the school gate. Although it's a little bumpy, I go to school faster than before, at least I won't be late. That's the convenience brought by dirty soil!
The soil is very mild. If you ask mom and dad about their childhood healing drugs, they may not say Yunnan Baiyao. Maybe it was expensive then, but they always said it was dirt. Dirt! You will be confused when you hear this word. Yes, soil is a natural healing medicine, which replaces medicine to touch people's wounds.
The soil is deep. Seeds are buried in the soil and take root and sprout. Whether it is towering trees or whole grains, it has brought endless help to mankind.
You see, it is the soil that you never pay attention to, silently offering for you, without asking for anything in return.
350 words 10 Some people praise the wealth and delicacy of peony, some people appreciate the elegance and agility of daffodils, and some people appreciate the proud snow of plum blossoms. I, on the other hand, want to praise the silent dedication of the soil.
In the bright spring, people appreciate bloom, the green grass flows, and people even forget the dark brown land; In the hot summer, the leafy trees provide people with a cool summer, and no one praises the silent dedication of the soil; In the autumn season, the fruity fruit trees are filled with thick sweetness, which brings people the joy of harvest, and no one shares this happiness with the soil; In the cold winter, white snow covered the earth, and everyone hid in a warm home to recuperate. Only the soil is busy absorbing nutrients and silently preparing for the growth of everything in the coming year. ...
Sowing seeds in the soil is like putting a baby in a warm cradle. Mother Earth tries her best to give it the nutrition it needs and make it grow healthily and vigorously. During the drought, Mother Earth left water for it. When the flood struck, Mother Earth protected it with her body. When it finally grew into a towering tree and people looked up at it with admiring eyes, Mother Earth dragged her tired body and showed a gratified smile.
The soil of silent dedication is like a selfless mother to children, and like an overloaded ship to children's vigorous growth, willing to go through difficulties and hardships!
Today is Mother's Day. I hope all of us can understand that mother's love for us is the most selfless and pure. Just like soil nourishes everything, it always thinks of us, cultivates us in obscurity and teaches us the truth of being a man. We should always be grateful to them!
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.
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.
Clay composition 350 words 13 On a flat lawn, there is a small hole with many ants in it.
One of the little ants is in high spirits, because this little ant can go underground to see the colorful world outside. Suddenly, it saw a Okumo, and it ran back to the hole quickly. Tell all the ants in the cave, please pay attention, there is a Okumo outside! Everyone heard, but didn't answer, because everyone was busy expanding their loopholes.
At this moment, a big stone fell from the hole. You see, it is a Okumo. The little ant said, this is what I call Okumo. Everyone should be careful! Everyone kept saying: Run! Ant, Okumo is going to arrest you! The little ant looked back, and Okumo was two centimeters away from catching himself. The little ant closed his eyes in fear. At this critical moment, Mr. Earthworm picked up the little ant and quickly got into its hole. When the little ant opened his eyes, all the ants were there. Noisy Okumo woke up Uncle Snake, Okumo thought. I woke up a patterned snake, and now I'm dead. When Okumo prayed, Uncle Snake held Okumo down with his tail. As a result, Okumo was crushed to death by Uncle Snake's tail.
Finally, a group of ants crawled out of Mr. Earthworm's hole. Uncle snake didn't hurt the little ant. To the little ants' surprise, they became good friends with Uncle Snake.
After having a good friend, Uncle Snake, the ants lived a life of peace and contentment, and Uncle Snake also lived a life of peace and contentment.
Some people love the mountains and rivers in their hometown, while others love the flowers, trees, birds and animals in their hometown. But for me, I love the soil of my hometown best.
Children in our hometown often roll on the land, sometimes pinching clay figurines, and sometimes pinching "cars" and "fruits". At night, we were covered in mud. At this time, the adults affectionately called us "Xiaohua Mall" and "God of the Earth", which made us very happy.
I remember one day, the weather was fine and the bright sunshine shone on the earth. I am in a good mood, thinking: Today is neither too cold nor too hot, which is a good time for us to play with mud. So, I made an appointment with several good partners to come to the village east and began to "work" again. I pinched a lively and lovely little boy with big eyes, a round nose and a shiny bead on his hat. Passers-by saw it and said, "Hey, this kid is really smart. Look, how tight he is! " I said seriously, "No, it was the soil that taught me to be smart."
Soil not only gave me a lot of fun, but also increased my knowledge. Once, I planted a sunflower seed in a stony place. Two months have passed and it hasn't sprouted yet. I ran home in a hurry to ask my father. Dad smiled and said, "Silly boy, planting sunflowers needs soil, and so do other plants, you know?" I nodded.
The next spring, I planted sunflower seeds in the field. After a few days of service, the sunflower will grow seedlings. Later, a big disk was formed, and the full seeds were bent with laughter in the sun. At this time, I realized that dense forests and strong crops are all grown under the nurturing of the soil. Earth is priceless. We should cherish the land and make full use of it.
Ah, I love the soil in my hometown.
The spring breeze gently brushed my cheek. I opened this spring book, and the fragrance of the earth mixed with the fragrance of the ink and melted in the spring breeze. The title of this book is Reading Everyday. On the cover, a lovely and naive little girl is swinging in a large sunflower. The naive little girl smiled sweetly at me with round eyes. Looking at this painting, I seem to be walking in a sunflower. I seem to smell the fragrance of newly vomited sunflower seeds floating around me. Turn to the first page, and the gentle words fascinate me even more. They are words with earthy fragrance. I read them as if I had entered a colorful spring, where flowers were in full bloom and they were singing. Open the second page and the hedgehog asks his mother. The question that hedgehogs are really ignorant that day made me laugh. Turning my head, I saw the cute smiling face of the hedgehog and asked me why the rose was red. Why is the grass green? Reading this book reminds me of Teacher Song in Grade Three. Her gentle reading voice lingers in my ears ... a warm wind blows, with the fragrance of buds and earth, brushing my face, and beautiful words float in my mind.
I read the poem "Birds" softly, and waves of clear birdsong passed by my ears. I lay greedily on the cane chair, enjoying the spring sunshine and the beautiful words in the book.