Cherish the soil

Everything is bred by the earth, and human beings are multiplied on the soil. The soil is the foundation of our foothold, and the earth is our food and clothing parents. The earth is ordinary and simple, broad and heavy, silently devoted and not rewarded, and the heights are high and never arrogant... However, this precious earth is often neglected and left out.

In the spring, drizzle has been going underground, raindrops have fallen into the soil, and the soil has been reclaimed as nutrients to supply flowers and trees on the earth. Feed the flowers and let them thrive. When you walk into a pre-announcement of the sea, do you think of the blooming of flowers, relying on the land under your feet? It is the soil that supplies the accumulated nutrients to the flowers a little bit, so that the growing flowers are more beautiful than one. And the soil itself? She never showed pride and did everything she could to make the flowers open, while at the same time her own ugly khaki against the flowers.

Summer is a green season, plants rely on your arms and slowly stretch your body to the sky to better support the sun and rain. At this time, you are the busiest, you are busy for them. You pour your "blood" into their roots from all directions, and let them "stand up" and show their vitality to the world, but you are willing At their feet, cheer for them.

In the golden autumn, the green leaves are succulent and fall off under the autumn wind. The worms that have not had time to hide and die are also “into the earth”. At this time, you started the work of the scavengers and slowly left the remaining leaves. Digestion, as a fertilizer for the coming year. In your life, you may never grow old because of time. You will not be saddened by the lack of appreciation from others. Although you are high-spirited, you never show it.

I often think: flowers look good, if there is no green leaves, it can not show her beauty. If there is no land, you can't see the green leaves and safflower, and you can't see this colorful world. If there is no land life, it will not continue. In real life, I don’t know how many people, like the land, provide them with nourishment in obscurity.

Our beloved teachers, who teach us our knowledge and culture in our own positions, do not know how much love we have poured, and cultivate our saplings into big trees. They contribute everything to human beings like spring silkworms, and they use the hard sweat to nurture us to grow. Are they cut after they are done, unlike the soil that is not noticed by the world?

I want to do ordinary earth.

Sixth grade: Huang Le