A 500-word composition praising Xiaocao.

Grass, though ordinary and small, has indomitable vitality; Although not beautiful, it has strong vitality; All this is the power of longing for life! Grass, regardless of lightning, regardless of the storm, regardless of the cold and heat, it is not afraid. All this is the power of faith. The grass is eager for life and survival, so it stands up again!

I walked along the path, looking at the green grass beside the road, lost in thought. ...

Perhaps, many people regard grass as a symbol of weakness and think that their short bodies can't stand a little wind and rain. However, I don't think so, because the grass in my eyes is so tenacious and full of vitality, and the most important thing is their own vitality and spirit!

As soon as spring comes, the grass opens its hazy eyes and rushes out of the ground to share the joy and warmth brought by the spring girl with people. They are scattered all over the earth, laying a green carpet for the "Mother Earth" who raised them ... The combination of thousands of grasses in Qian Qian makes people see the greatness of life.

Of course, the respect of grass is not only here, but also a bright spot-indomitable 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 cover up all this and make people re-recognize and marvel.

In the storm, tall and straight trees were uprooted, colorful flowers were destroyed, but the grass won with a force stronger than material strength ... After the storm, the flower trees changed, and only the grass still stood there with its head held high, enjoying the sunshine after the rain ... Because of this, they were worthy of the great poet's sentence, "Wildfire didn't completely burn them down, but they got tall again in the spring breeze."

I think: in the long journey of life, everyone will encounter bumps and bumps. As long as we have the spirit of grass, the dark clouds of despair will eventually disperse and the flowers of hope will bloom forever. I will never forget the newborn grass, and I will never forget my mother's smiling face full of expectation!

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