Read pictures and write essays with vitality

1. Look at the pictures and write a story about "Life"

Provide examples 1 "Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again."

This is a small The portrayal of grass spirit. No matter how bad the conditions are, it grows tenaciously and wears a new green dress for Mother Earth.

It does not care about the terrain and is not afraid of lightning strikes. Not afraid of violent storms, not afraid of severe cold and heat.

It contributes everything to the earth, decorating nature in obscurity, but it does not want anything. How can this not make people awe-inspiring, how can it not make people sincerely love it? Once, I was walking in the park and suddenly saw several children chasing and playing on the lawn in front of me.

With pairs of running feet, the grass fell down one by one, but soon a miracle happened on the grass. Only the grass was seen twisting and turning. He stood up, and stood firmer and firmer. Look! They were holding out their chests stubbornly, holding hands, standing crowded in the sun.

Looking at the flexible grass, I couldn’t help but admire: "What a tenacious grass!" Example 2 The respectable thing about the grass is that they still shine There is one bright spot - a tenacious and unyielding body. Although the grass is not as short and tall as the towering trees, nor as bright red and beautiful as the flowers, their flesh is enough to cover it all, enough for people to see and marvel at them again.

In the storm, the short and tall trees were uprooted, and the colorful flowers were withered. However, the grass won success with a power that was more powerful than material power... When the storm came, the flowers and trees had changed. Only the grass was still standing there with head high, enjoying the sunshine after the rain... It is precisely because of this that they are worthy of the great poet's sentence, "Wildfire cannot be burned, but the spring breeze blows." Born again". I think: In the long journey of life, everyone will encounter ups and downs. As long as we have the body of grass, the clouds of despair will eventually disperse, and the flowers of hope will always bloom.

Example 3 One night in the summer, the wind suddenly rose and the rain poured down like a torrent. Even Mother Earth seemed to be trembling in the thunder and lightning. The next morning, after the rain, the sky cleared, and when I walked out of the door, I was surprised by the scene in front of me.

I saw the King of Flowers and Queens staggering around one by one, looking downcast, like defeated generals, disheveled and scarred; the broken petals entangled in the soil made people feel even more desolate. Just when I was sighing secretly, I suddenly discovered that the green grass was even more energetic after the storm! I couldn't help but lean down and take a closer look at the grass. I saw that the leaves were fuller and the leaves were lighter and emerald green. The rolling crystal water droplets flashed out the grass spirit, as if to say: "Look, I am not afraid of the storm." " 2. The essay "Vitality" in the fifth unit of the second volume of the sixth grade is a picture-based essay. For the students who wrote it, hello: Sample 1: Grass, although ordinary and small, has something. Persevering vitality; although not beautiful, it has extremely strong vitality; all of this is the power gained from the desire for life! Grass is not afraid of lightning strikes, storms, cold or heat.

All this is the power of faith. Xiaocao is eager for life and survival, so she stands up again! I walked on the path, looking at the green and lush grass beside the road, and fell into deep thought... Perhaps, many people regard the grass as a symbol of weakness and incompetence, thinking that their short bodies cannot withstand A little wind and rain. However, I don't think so, because in my eyes, the grass is so tenacious and full of vitality, and the most important thing is their own vitality and spirit! As soon as spring comes, the grasses open their hazy eyes and rush out of the ground to share with people the joy and warmth brought by the spring girl.

They are scattered all over the earth, paving a green carpet for the "mother soil" that raised them... The combination of these thousands of grasses allows people to see the greatness of life. Of course, the respectability of the grass is not just here, they also shine with a bright spot - their tenacious and unyielding spirit.

Although the grass is not as tall and straight as the towering trees, nor as bright red and beautiful as the flowers, their spirit is enough to outweigh all this, enough to make people recognize and marvel at them again. In the storm, the tall and straight trees were uprooted, and the colorful flowers were withered. However, the grass won the victory with a power more powerful than material power... After the storm, the flowers and trees were all gone. Everything has changed, only the grass is still standing there with its head held high, enjoying the sunshine after the rain... Because of this, they are worthy of the great poet's sentence, "Wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows and grows again."

I think: In the long journey of life, everyone will encounter ups and downs. As long as we have the spirit of grass, the clouds of despair will eventually be dispersed, and the flowers of hope will always bloom.

I will never forget that clump of new grass, let alone my mother’s smiling face full of hope! Example 2: It always grows carefree and never needs anyone to prune, fertilize or water it. However, it is as green as ever, and it still stretches out its proud arms in the cold wind to welcome the God of Winter. No matter whether it is big or small, whether it is on barren or fertile land, it is always so firm, upright and upright.

Vibrant.

When we extend our roots into the soil, we are plowing the soil. When you pull us out, the soil has already been plowed; in addition, when it rains, we can prevent the soil from being plowed by the rain. Wash away; when it is dry, we can prevent the strong wind from blowing sand and dust; we are the soldiers who guard the yard for you. Without us, you would not be able to enjoy the fun of planting and admiring flowers, because the strong wind will blow away the soil and rain. Will wash away the soil.

..So, I hope that when you see the flowers blooming, you can think of the benefits we have brought to you. ”

Grass is extremely common, but it contains fiber, protein, and fat. Grass protein can be used as feed to fertilize the fields. The grass has courage, tenacity, and perseverance. It has unparalleled charm. It does not have the beauty of flowers or the height of a tree. It only has a spirit that supports it. It is as obscure as a tile and devotes its life to it! The grass reminds me of people - I think of the people who are working everywhere nowadays, just like that little grass has gone through hardships on the road of life and may be ridiculed by the city people, but they still face it tenaciously and live optimistically; I think of the hardworking children in the mountain villages. Studying is all about getting out of the mountains; thinking of students under heavy pressure, parents' expectations are like bricks pressing on us. We study hard, but maybe many years later we find that when we mature, we are not what we ideally look like... A truth comes to mind from the painting: How can you know the beauty of a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain; persistence is victory; no one can overwhelm a tough heart... Structure: narration, flashback, prose structure, light and dark structure, conflict structure... ...Writing: You can change the perspective of writing, narrating from Xiaocao’s perspective or dragonfly’s perspective.

Pay attention to the vividness and profundity of the language in the prose structure. I hope it will be helpful to you O (∩_∩). O~. 3. Primary school students' picture composition: "Vitality" 450 words

It's a bit long, 1,400 words. You can delete it yourself.

Life, vitality is exhausted in summer, and the green leaves are withered. When winter comes, the fallen leaves fly past my eyes like butterflies. Suddenly, a lightning bolt of inspiration shocks my soul, reminding me of the time I passed under a forest last year.

That day, it was very cold and the wind was biting, because it was the depth of winter. That day I left the noisy world, and it seemed very deep and quiet.

The cry of the cold bird. The sound comes from deep in the woods from time to time, because it is already evening, maybe it is calling the beloved to come back quickly. This has to make me feel how precious it is to cherish everything that life has given us.

The cold air froze between my eyebrows, and the cold water droplets grew on my eyebrows. Let it dance! I hid my hands in my pockets and stood there quietly, staring into the distance. Feeling this warm moment. The small water droplets are all over my coat. This is the charm of winter, because it is drizzle.

The falling rain makes people feel cold, but the coldness still retains the charm of deep winter. The hazy tree shadows looked so tough and strong in the cold air.

The falling leaves were so sad. It was not the sad things, but the sentimental boy in me. /p>

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that winter is better than spring.

Two winding footprints were left on the ground, and they finally disappeared. I couldn't help but stop walking.

Because a dandelion swayed in the wind. It turns out that life is so joyful and awe-inspiring.

It became strong under the baptism of cold rain and cold wind. 4. Look at the pictures and write the essay "Vitality" in a self-narrative way

Tenacious

Look! A small grass poked its head out from the gap in the wall. Its roots were deeply rooted in the cracks in the bricks. Its body was covered with scars and dusty, but it still said: "I finally got out!" So tenacious and unyielding!

Old Wall

I am an old wall, built 50 years ago. My master has left me. The great flood of that year washed away the barrier on my body, leaving my body naked and covered with moss. No one wants to pay attention to me anymore, only the nasty wind brings me some dust and gravel from time to time. Not long ago, it sent another grass seed. The poor child came to this place before seeing the outside world. It may never sprout again.

Feng'er

I am a wind floating in the air. I have several naughty brothers and sisters who do all kinds of mischief. No, we arrived in the wasteland together, and they used all their strength to dig a grass seed away from the mother and send it into the crack in the wall.

The little grass seed is so pitiful. How can it survive if it gets stuck in a crack in the wall?

Dragonfly

I am a pure red dragonfly. The colors on my body are as dazzling as gems. I was attracted to this wilderness by a vital force from the south of the Yangtze River. When I came here, I thought I was the most beautiful, seeming to embellish this desolate scene. But when I searched for the vitality, I was surprised to find that a two-leaf clover stubbornly emerged from the gap in the wall, swaying happily in the wind. Isn't this the source of the vitality? Suddenly I realized that I was wrong, it was the most dazzling scenery here.

Grass

I am a grass growing in the cracks of bricks. You must feel that I am special! Two years ago, I was brought here by the wind. When I woke up, I found that everything in front of me was darkness. I was desperate at that time. It was impossible for me to grow up in this environment. But how much I want to see the outside world! So, I was waiting for strength, waiting for the moment when I would no longer be a frog in a well. A year has passed. During this year, Sister Yulu often brought me water to drink, and Brother Sun often brought me warmth. Under photosynthesis, I felt that I had grown up, but in that year, I did not succeed. drilled out, so I had to wait another year. Another spring, I already had strong strength, so I tried hard to use my fragile body to hit the cement, gravel and dust in the cracks of the wall. One day, two days, three days... I don't know how long I worked hard, but I finally got out. I was so happy!

Comics

I am a piece of drawing paper. On this day, I followed my master Mr. Feng Zikai to the wilderness to sketch. There is no life here, so there is nothing to draw, but the owner suddenly found a grass growing in the cracks of the bricks. The owner sighed: "This grass is so like me! So tenacious, it faces the harsh environment just like me. Facing the darkness of society, he did not give in like me. He fought against the dust and survived just as I fought against the white bandits! This...is this a testimony from God to me? I want to draw it." So, the owner took me out, painted the most beautiful scenery on me, and named it "Vitality".

5. How to write an essay about Saibei Grassland? Look at pictures and write words about Saibei Grassland

In the minds of many people, the grassland is so magical. I have had many impulses to want to go to Inner Mongolia to see the grassland, but I can’t make the trip. , so grasslands often appear in dreams. - Inscription: For many years, I have lived a wandering life, traveling all over the world. Over the years, I have seen the grasslands of the Qinghai-Tibet Snowy Area and the grasslands of Xinjiang many times. That is A kind of rough beauty, walking along the mountains and climbing up the slopes, ups and downs, winding and winding. The grassland there is the most beautiful only in summer, when there is a lot of rain. I have longed for the grassland of Inner Mongolia for a long time, and I have not noticed it. In the evening, I went to Chifeng and walked into Horqin. In the evening, the sun just shyly hid in the Western Mountains with a red face. As night fell, the hills that originally stretched for hundreds of miles, the vast stretches of barren grassland, the smoke from cooking stoves, and the scattered yurts slowly Disappeared before our eyes. The night dyed the empty grassland into brown and black; the night was like water, and occasionally a few dog barks came from the herdsmen's houses. Outside the window, the dim light of the stars and the moon reflected a blurry image on the ground, and the newly completed residence could no longer be seen. There were not many wild grasses and a few newly planted trees. During the leisure weekend, a group of people drove into the Inner Mongolia grassland in their dreams - Horqin. Historically, the water and grass here were abundant, and it was a natural pasture for the Mongolian people to live in pursuit of water and grass. , with the changes of the times and frequent human activities, both sides of the Liaohe River in the southern part of the Horqin Grassland have now become vast hectares of fertile farmland. The poetic scene of "the sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the wind blows the grass and you can see the cattle and sheep" has evolved into history, and now it is really It is difficult to see. However, there is still a well-preserved primitive grassland in Zalut Banner and Huolinhe City in Tongliao City in the north of Horqin. It borders the Daxingan Mountains to the north and Xilin Gol to the west. The grassland has shallow hills, vegetable forests and grasslands, and There are impact plains and mountain platforms; among them, countless winding rivers are like white hada, just like jade ribbons flowing around, nine-winding ileum, delicate and graceful; the river water flows quietly, and the clear blue springs are like amorous feelings. The girl's eyes are full of nostalgia for the white clouds in the sky, and she seems to be telling the tourists about the long and ancient past of a nation on horseback. The grassland is pure green, and the grass is fluffy, tender, and tender. Soft, continuous to the sky, verdant. Looking up casually, your eyes are filled with the green of life, thick, soft, juicy, and unbridled. On the green grass, groups of cattle and sheep They were grazing quietly, the horses were playing and playing, but the herdsmen holding horse poles were roaring and singing melodious divine songs. The strong figures cruising around shook off the dust on the ground, showing the unyielding figure of an ancient nation. .Every summer, herdsmen migrate from the villages to both sides of the river, set up camps and graze cattle and sheep. The grassland becomes the "summer camp" for the herdsmen. The grassland in summer is the best time for photography, with blue sky and white clouds, green grass and gurgling water. The yurts and the scattered cattle and sheep form a painted picture. In the morning light, the mist is like a green gauze, quietly covering the quiet grassland, looming, like a dream. After the rain, the little grassland flowers bloom all night, and the darkness The fragrance floats, and people are suddenly placed in the Wizard of Oz. Under the sun, on the hills in the distance, windmills stand alone, quiet and mysterious. At night, the endless grassland stretches in the twilight, until it disappears in the haze of the distance, but what is clear is A trace of sadness wells up in the hearts of tourists. In the plains with abundant water and lush grass, herdsmen are flocking to each other, with yurts one after another. In the early morning and evening, wisps of cooking smoke rise, and the livestock herds go out and return from pasture. Sunrise and sunset, when the clouds in the sky reflect the red sky, are both good opportunities for photography. If you are there, you will truly appreciate the charm and magic of Horqin grassland. Standing on the grassland, you can see from a distance, thousands of miles of blue fields. The fluffy grass is sandwiched between Colorful wildflowers are like a colorful carpet. In spring, the ice and snow melt, everything revives, the grass sprouts buds, and turns yellow to green; inadvertently, many wildflowers bloom, red, yellow, and purple. The... colorful flowers make the grassland colorful. In summer, the grass on the grassland is green, and the only oak tree is amazingly green. It is dark green, no, dark green; its tall trunk, dense The leaves form a large shade on the ground; under the bright sunshine, the blue sky, galloping horses, fat cattle and sheep, the grassland looks full of vitality. In autumn, the prairie is golden, and the breeze blows, and the grass ripples The layers of golden waves are extremely beautiful; the Mongolian girl milking her cows, with her skirt flying and her robes fluttering, holding hands in the wind, is quiet and charming, dignified and majestic, graceful and graceful. In winter, the white snow covers the grass, The prairie is covered with a thick layer of white clothes. It is clean, beautiful, and pure, as if you are in a dreamlike world. The beautiful Horqin exudes endless charm all year round. The magical Horqin grassland, with its charming natural scenery, The unique Mongolian customs, the mysterious and fierce history of the Mongolian people, and the epic grassland culture have fascinated the people of the world and attracted them in droves. Friends, come! The grassland is opening its broad mind to embrace you sincerely. 6. The fairy tale "Vitality" in the unit composition of the second volume of the sixth grade (look at the pictures and write words

In a gap in the ruins of the wall, a seed the size of a grass seed is sleeping soundly. "Haha, sisters, wake up! They are still waiting for us to call!" A crisp and naughty voice sounded. This voice not only woke up her sisters, but also woke up the sleeping seeds. He raised his ears in surprise and listened to the movement outside.

"Get up! Spring is here!" Then I heard the sound of flowers and plants stretching, growing and sprouting... Many sounds were mixed together, making the little seeds eager to get out of this dark place and see the outside world. .

It will extend its roots downward to absorb the little water and nutrients in the remaining wall. It will push its body forward, trying to find an exit, and it will move its head toward I hope to escape from this dark place and see the wonderful world outside. How long! Finally, it saw the dawn of victory. In fact, it was bright sunshine. The sun warmed its body and heart, and burned its eyes, oh! The sky is as blue as gems, the clouds are as white and soft as cotton candy, the sun is like orange hard candy, the green trees and grass, and the colorful flowers! ah! This is the outside world, look! What a beautiful world!

A small and beautiful dragonfly with crimson body fluttered its wings as thin as cicada wings, flying proudly in the air. He glanced at the broken wall with disdain and found a thin and small plant emerging there. , the weak grass couldn't help but be a little surprised, so he leaned over and flew towards the grass and said arrogantly: "Where did the malnourished bean sprouts come from! Why are they in the cracks of this broken wall." After that, he continued to read. Look at the dilapidated walls.

"Malnourished bean sprouts? Are you talking about me?" Xiaocao raised his head and looked at the dragonfly and said in confusion.

"It's you, Bean Sprouts!" Red Dragonfly gave him a blank look.

"I...I don't know, I was here when I woke up." Xiaocao whispered aggrievedly.

"Oh? Really? No wonder you are so ugly. Look at me, what a beautiful coat, such a light body, such bright eyes." Suddenly he changed the topic and said in a pitiful tone: "Look. Look at you, oh my god, what a thin stem, what a weak green leaf. Forget it, I won’t understand you, just like that, goodbye.” Before Xiaocao could say a word, the red dragonfly said. He turned around and flew away handsomely.

In an instant, sadness, inferiority, sorrow, frustration, unwillingness... filled the heart of Xiaocao, and it lowered its head sadly, which already made him feel that he could not live anymore, and at this time, there was a natural " "Rain disaster" tested him. The wind suddenly blew up, the rain poured down, and the big raindrops hit it hard, trying to break its slender body. The sun father-in-law had already disappeared without a trace, and he endured it silently. Facing the torture, it thought, I'm so ugly, I might as well die in the rain. Its instant sadness made it tremble all over, how could I do this? My mother gave me life, the broken wall gave me moisture, and the sun warmed me. I have nothing to repay them with, so I can't give up on myself. I can only live strong and live up to their expectations. The grass gathered all its strength and stood tenaciously in the rain with its weak and slender body.

The rain has stopped and the sky has cleared up. The grass with water droplets hanging on it is very touching and delicate. It forms a gorgeous scenery by the corner of the wall. 7. Look at pictures, write and imagine stories with vitality

Grass in the cracks of bricks In the ten years since I came to this world, I have never thought about what life is or what life is like.

One day, I went to water the Chlorophytum as usual. After watering, I saw a scene that surprised me: a small grass grew in the cracks of the bricks. It seems that it just grew out a few days ago. Its young leaves are so small that they seem to be hurt by the slightest touch.

Curiosity drove me, and I asked my mother who was walking into the yard: "Mom! Why does this grass grow in the cracks of the bricks?" My mother said: "Because it has enough power. That’s why we can grow from such a harsh environment.” “Oh! So that’s it,” I said.

A few days later, I came again, and I was even more surprised. It was still so delicate and petite a few days ago, but now it has grown to a foot tall! In the cracks between the bricks without a trace of sunshine or a trace of soil, she remained unyielding and thrived. yes! This little grass has suffered many disasters in order to survive, but it has not been frightened by the harsh environment, but has become stronger.

How strong is the vitality of this grass! How admirable! Looking at this grass, I understand what life is: life is the courage to challenge disasters, life is strong perseverance! I made up my mind: I must cherish my life and live a glorious and powerful life. 8. Reading pictures and writing compositions in the comics of vitality

Feng Zikai’s "Vitality" talks about the fate of a pot of narcissus. After moving, it was left in a corner without water for several days. The children played and threw it into the basin to soak. On a winter night, It fell on the balcony and froze completely. It suffered from drought, flood and freeze. After going through disasters, it was placed in the stove, feeling the smoke and fire, and finally bloomed.

Zikai sighed with emotion, "As long as the vitality of human affairs is not extinguished, even if it is temporarily suppressed by natural disasters and man-made disasters, it will eventually rise. This is true for personal affairs, and this is true for family affairs. The same goes for the affairs of the country and the nation. "

Zikai's writing has always been plain, because he has a Buddhist background, but he is not indifferent. He feels the suffering of the world more truly than ordinary people, and expresses compassion for it. The pen depicts all kinds of things in the world, not pitying heaven, but pitying others, and never negating personal efforts. A ray of light in the humble places of the human world, the precious nature of children, and the sorrow of the adult world, we are in it without feeling the sorrow. Zikai preserves it for us with a sense of detachment, so that when we read it occasionally, we feel sad. The meaning of banner enlightenment.

I had a minor illness during a physical examination the day before yesterday. I lay on the operating table and let the doctor slaughter me. When I came back, the pain came over me. I lamented that life was not fun. Living is to endure all kinds of pain. When I get older, it will be even more painful. sad. After recovering from the illness, all kinds of troubles came one after another, leading to doubts about the meaning of one's existence. Living to this day, he regards all aspects as a failure. He is depressed and has to brace up to fight in order not to lose what he has. .

I don’t know whether it is right to persevere or whether it is wise to give up. I can only hold on to a slim chance of survival and refuse to let go, because I feel that I have not exhausted my efforts. Because of his own personality, he often doesn't care about things he thinks are unimportant, and he is undisciplined and unwilling to compromise. His life path is destined not to be smooth. In the eyes of outsiders, he is considered a failure, and he is often not liked by adults.

At this juncture, I suffered some blows and couldn't help but deny myself. However, with Zikai's tolerant heart, if there is anything in the world, it should have its own way of living. Although I am unworthy and dull, I should also have my own way of living and space for existence.

As long as my vitality lasts, there will be a day when I will blossom. Thank you Zikai, thank you for all the compassion in the world.

The great virtue of heaven and earth is called life, and I am willing to stand among them to find a place to survive, and I do not want to go against my nature. 9. Look at the pictures and write a story about "Life"

Provide examples

Example 1

"Wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates." This is a small The portrayal of grass spirit. No matter how bad the conditions are, it grows tenaciously and wears a new green dress for Mother Earth.

It does not care about the terrain and is not afraid of lightning strikes. Not afraid of violent storms, not afraid of severe cold and heat. It contributes everything to the earth and embellishes nature in obscurity, yet it seeks for everything. How can this not arouse people's awe and sincere love?

Once, I was walking in the park and suddenly saw several children chasing and playing on the lawn in front of me. With pairs of running feet, the grass fell down one by one, but soon a miracle happened on the grass. Only the grass stood up again, and stood upright. More stable and stronger. Look! They were stubbornly puffing out their chests, holding hands, standing crowded in the sun.

Looking at the flexible grass, I couldn’t help but exclaim: "What a tenacious grass!"

Example 2

The respectable nature of the grass The only thing that shines brightest in them is their tenacious and unyielding bodies. Although the grass is not as short and tall as the towering trees, nor as bright red and beautiful as the flowers, their flesh is enough to cover it all, enough for people to see and marvel at them again. In the storm, the short and tall trees were uprooted, and the colorful flowers had lost their flowers and leaves. However, the grass won success with a power that was more powerful than material power... By the time of the storm, the flowers and trees were all gone. Everything has changed, only the grass is still standing there with its head high, enjoying the sunshine after the rain... It is precisely because of this that they are worthy of the great poet's sentence, "Wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows and grows again." I think: In the long journey of life, everyone will encounter ups and downs. As long as we have the body of grass, the clouds of despair will eventually disperse, and the flowers of hope will always bloom.

Example 3

One night in the summer, the wind suddenly rose and the rain poured down like a torrent. Even Mother Earth seemed to be shaking in the thunder and lightning. The next morning, after the rain, the sky cleared, and when I walked out of the door, I was surprised by the scene in front of me. I saw the King of Flowers and the Queen of Flowers staggering around, looking downcast, like defeated generals, disheveled and scarred; the broken petals entangled in the soil made people feel even more desolate. Just when I was sighing secretly, I suddenly discovered that the green grass was even more energetic after the storm! I couldn't help but lean down and take a closer look at the grass. I saw that the leaves were fuller and the leaves were lighter and greener. There were also rolling crystal water drops, shining out of the grass spirit, as if to say: "Look, I am not afraid of the storm." " 10. "Vitality" Feng Zikai's picture composition

One day, a red dragonfly brought a grass seed to the crack in the wall.

"Wrong, wrong! The garden is over there." Qiang pursed his lips and said loudly.

Before the red dragonfly could answer, the seed spoke first: "I came here on my own. The seed in the garden over there always laughed at me as a grass, saying that I wouldn't be able to grow up when I grow up. Vitality - there is no vitality without them. I don't care about the seeds of those flowers."

"There is fertile land and careful gardeners in the garden, but I only have a little bit of poor soil. You should go back. " Qiang said gently.

"Yes." Red Dragonfly also persuaded, "I will take you back again."

"No! I will be laughed at by those flower seeds when I go back." The seeds plunged in. into the only dirt in the cracks in the wall.

"Alas - innocent child..."

The collector of seeds works hard to maintain the nutrients of life, the wall is also trying its best to help him get more essence, and the red dragonfly often to encourage seeds and sometimes talk about recent weather changes.

Many days passed, and the seeds finally poked out their tender heads and turned into buds.

Ya'er looked at the garden. The seeds that had laughed at him had grown very tall.

Ya'er works harder, he must surpass the flowers in the garden.

After working hard day and night, Ya'er turned into grass again. The wall and the red dragonfly were very happy, but Xiaocao was not happy.

"I can't be more energetic than the flowers. Look, they are all extremely beautiful, surrounded by butterflies and bees every day." Xiaocao said frustrated.

"Okay, there will be a storm at night, be careful, you won't be like this tomorrow morning." Red Dragonfly said.

At night, the wind howled, the lightning roared, and the storm came. The howling wind seemed to take away the grass, the roaring lightning wanted to scare the grass away, the grass's tears mixed with the cold rain... The storm tortured the grass mercilessly.

The next day, Xiaocao opened her eyes and looked at the garden. Most of the flowers were broken on the ground, and it was a mess...