Grass - not afraid of burning life

Grass - not afraid of burning life

In the journey of life, there is always a strong voice of life accompanied by me: as long as the breath is still there, we must constantly create; only creation can have gains, life is struggle! Life does not stop, and the self is a never-ending starting point. Whenever and wherever, only creation can make a difference. Only by striving can we prove the value of life. listen! The strong voice of life is ringing: life is endless, and the charge is not limited.

"But the green hills are not relaxed, the roots are in the rock. The millennium is still strong, and it is the east, the west, the north and the south." Every time I hear this poem, it is more of a cherishment of life, life. So fragile, will the sky be like this after work? Is it as stubborn as grass? The answer is yes.

I always remember that it was a cold winter, and the beautiful fireworks were hard to win, and he was cold? How long can he persist without clothes? Does he feel the happiness of the New Year? No one cares about him - grass. The most ordinary and precious grass, tender and green, very cute.

However, he did not escape the clutches of fate, and a disaster fell on their young bodies. While all of us enjoyed the fireworks, the fireworks left by the fireworks occupied their home, and everything was suddenly. When we were surprised, God, they were struggling in the heat. Looking at it, the tears in the corner of the eye could not help but fall. They are like a group of warriors. For their own land, they sprinkle blood and throw their heads. However, the strength of their opponents makes them fall one after another. I want to cry, cry for their stubbornness, and be moved by their persistence. After a long time, the fire was extinguished. The beautiful grass, which was burned under the ruthless fire of a big fire, eventually turned into an ashes.

The grass is dead, and I have witnessed him at the last moment of his life, and he is still tenacious. At the same time, I also told me the value of my life. Once I lost it, I regret it. I have been immersed in grief for nearly a week. After a few days, the miracle happened before my eyes, and the spring girl quietly walked in. Perhaps the spring girl waved his magic wand, and the grass died and resurrected. For me, of course, it’s a surprise.

The grass took his little head, stretched his wonderful figure, breathed fresh air, and the breeze passed over her cheek. He swayed his head and seemed to say, "This world is amazing!" Always full of expectations for my future, are we not?

After living and dying, I understand the value of life. The meaning of being a person is to strive for progress. I am very fortunate that the grass - not afraid of burning life, has benefited me for the rest of my life. Wealth is hard work; it is strong, it breeds in countless bumps; struggle is the ideal instinct of one's ideals. I believe that the tender hands can also create their own lives, and the soft fists can also be turned to the tip of the nose of fate. In order to forge ahead, the beautiful and moving sound of the life vessel.

The second middle school of Zhaoqing City, Zhaoqing, Zhaoqing, Guangdong, China