Who can give me an essay about inspiration...

小草

Some people like the pure white magnolia; some like the charming willows; some like the delicate and fragrant peonies; some like tall and straight pines and cypresses, but I love obscurity. grass. It has no tall body, no gorgeous posture, and no refreshing fragrance. It is so inconspicuous that you can hardly notice it. Yet it is so extraordinary.

In the cold spring, the grass quietly poked its head out from the arms of Mother Earth, shaking its yellow-green pointed head, admiring this familiar and beautiful world. The new year has not come yet. arrive. It greedily sucks the sweet rain and dew, trying hard to absorb nutrients that are beneficial to its own growth. Within a few days, the green and narrow leaves began to dance happily in the spring breeze. Whether in the pristine and fertile wilderness or in the barren mountains, there are their petite and exquisite figures and their fragrance. They grow vigorously and embellish the earth with their green bodies, decorating the spring and making it more gorgeous and vibrant. The bustling scene of this group makes people feel that they have endless energy and their hearts are filled with an upward force.

Midsummer is here, the scorching sun is in the sky, and the earth is like a huge steamer, making people unbearable. The flowers lowered their heads and succumbed to the scorching sun. The birds stopped chirping and hid in the shade of the trees to enjoy the coolness. The cicadas moaned "Cicada, cicada" on the trees. Only the grass is fighting silently, shivering, and never lowering its stubborn head...

The wind is rolling, the clouds are rolling, the lightning is thundering... The storm is coming, which is very difficult for the flowers and trees. In the face of great disasters, some withered, some were broken, some were rolled into the soil, and some fell into ditches. However, the grass is no matter how windy you are from east to west, no matter how ruthless the rain is, but it remains unyielding and proudly rooted in the earth. Mother's warm and broad embrace. After the storm, the sky is bluer and the water is greener. After the baptism of the storm, it became more green and more energetic. Who would have thought that such a weak grass could have such tenacious resistance!

The autumn wind is blowing, the wind is drizzling, and the grass is gradually turning yellow. However, it does not want to beg for people's mercy. It just grits its teeth and endures and endures... At this time, people may sigh: "Oh, the grass is dead!" But the next spring, you will You will be pleasantly surprised to find that the grass struggles to emerge from the soil again. Restart its challenging life. "The grass on the plain grows old and flourishes every year." Although it will wither, it has bravely and passionately challenged the scorching sun, wind and rain; even if it is ordinary in the end, it has been wonderful.

My life is really like a grass, it can survive wherever there is soil and moisture.

My father is a driver and my mother is an out-and-out farmer. There are five brothers and sisters in the family who are studying. Days are like a sponge, constantly absorbing the water in our lives. I applied to a school in a remote area with the lowest tuition. When a person begins his study career in a different place, how can he describe the bitterness and hardships in one sentence?

In 2006, my father and I came to the university with borrowed tuition fees. My father had always been honest and was afraid that the school would embarrass me, so he just put aside his lifelong unwillingness to ask for help and raised the tuition for me. When the wad of crumpled money was handed over to the school, my throat was choked with sobs. It was all the expectations of my humble father in front of me. I'm not someone who sheds tears and expresses myself easily unless I really can't hold it in anymore. From that time on, when I sent away my father who was pretending to be relaxed, I secretly made up my mind to the somewhat rickety back. I must fight hard, make my father embarrassed for the last time, and let my family worry about me for the last time.

The fate of grass is humble, just like mine. A rustic girl, except for the set of clothes that my aunt specially bought for me to go to college, I had almost no decent clothes. I was originally at the age of sunshine, but I never had a calm smile on my face. I had a very old MP3 player. My classmate in high school gave me his old one when he saw that I liked music. In exchange for helping him with his homework. I know he was just trying to get me to accept his kindness.

The grass has always been like this, fighting against the severe cold throughout the winter. Nature thought it could end the life of the grass, but it never expected that the grass would spread everywhere in the second spring. My life is constantly infused with the essence of grass, and from then on I begin a different journey of grass. This is me, the life of a grass.

Small grass is not as blooming and attractive as flowers, and it is not as tall as big trees to provide shade. Some just grow wildly, remember, it exists wherever there is moisture and soil. The temporary beauty of flowers fades away, and one day they will wither. Regardless of how tall the trees are, they will wither one day. There are only small grasses that can survive anywhere. They cannot be burned out and will grow again when blown.

I am like a grass, and my footprints are all over the wilderness.

Oh, that little grass

The wind blew hard, as if it wanted to lift the earth. I couldn't help but pull up my clothes and rush forward with my head buried in my chest.

Although he was walking in a hurry, he still looked around from time to time. At this time, a small grass came into my eyes. As a "grassroots" you. You are also threatened by the "giant wind": the strong wind blows you so hard that you cannot straighten your waist, and your whole body lies limply on the ground.

I couldn't help but screamed "Oh! Poor grass." I squatted down and pulled it out gently with my hand, but you were still lying weakly. I think you must be "hopeless".

At noon, the rain stopped and the sun came out. I hummed a happy song and trotted along as usual. Xiaocao, I saw you again. You stood strong and upright, like a strong man.

At that moment, I was amazed by your strength.

At that moment, I surrendered to your tenacity.

At that moment...at that moment, I had mixed feelings.

Xiaocao, in the future life, I will use strength to resist difficulties. Use confidence to light up every light in your life.

When your academic performance is not satisfactory, humbly ask for advice and believe that everything can start from scratch.

When you encounter failure, work hard and get back on your feet with confidence.

When you are sad and crying, force yourself to smile and let all the unhappy things disappear.

When...

All these are the revelations Xiaocao brought to me. When I look at you again, my eyes are no longer contemptuous, but full of respect and praise:

"Oh, that grass..."

When the sky comes, Miss Chun touches the earth with her warm hands. With her sweet voice, she called every creature on the earth to wake them up from their sweet sleep. The little grass baby heard Miss Chun's call and naughtily emerged from the ground. Suddenly the fields were covered. The earth is filled with vitality.

When Xiaocao Baobao saw Miss Chun, he said to Miss Chun: "Hello! Miss Chun. Nice to meet you." Miss Chun heard Xiaocao Baobao's greetings and said happily: " Hello, little grass baby!" Although these two greetings are very ordinary, they represent the arrival of a new season.

Xiaocao is a natural dancer. The spring breeze blows on my face, and the grass dances in the wind without reservation. It seems that the wind is a perfect musician. They are an incomparable pair. As long as the "musician" blows the "music", the "dancer" will dance gracefully in perfect "tempo". You say, aren't they an incomparable pair?

While the grasses were playing and playing, they only heard a "boom--". The grasses looked up and saw dark clouds in the sky. "No! It's going to rain!" One of the grasses said eagerly. People say "time waits for no one", and this "rain" also waits for no one! No, not just people, but all living things, rain will not wait. Especially plants that have their roots buried in the ground. They are not like animals with legs that can run; nor are they like snails with shells into which they can shrink when it rains. They are just plants that can be trampled on without any protection from wind and rain. It's late, but it's fast. The rain fell as soon as it was said to come. "Wow--" The raindrops fell bit by bit from an altitude of several thousand meters. The grasses are hiding left and right, but their roots are buried in the ground, and it is useless no matter how they hide. After all, he couldn't escape Yudiao's sharp eyes. The raindrops beat mercilessly, knocking the grass all over the place.

My sympathy couldn't help but well up in my heart.

Xiaocao will always be a "supporting role". However, her tenacious vitality and spirit of self-improvement made me admire Xiaocao. In the vast prairie, if it is not decorated with grass, the grassland will be a barren land; if the city is not decorated with grass, it will look bleak. Although grass is a "supporting role", I admire its selfless dedication. I'm proud of it!

It’s true that “the wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows it again”!

I made it up ( ⊙ o ⊙ )!

I think of the grass

Whenever I fail, I can always think of that little grass; whenever I feel depressed and lost, I can always think of that little grass ......

This semester, the English class teacher did not choose me to be the monitor. When I asked, the teacher said to me: "Your grades have declined and it is caused by management. This shows that You’re not capable enough yet, come back when you are capable!” I said “Oh”.

After class, I returned home, threw my schoolbag away and rushed out of the house.

I ran to the garden lawn and burst into tears. Although I know that the teacher is doing it for my own good, I still blame the teacher.

Suddenly, I saw a small grass. It was heavily pressed by a stone, but it was still strong and unyielding, trying hard to get rid of the big stone. It has stretched out the tip of a small leaf, but it is still working hard and fighting hard.

Isn’t this giving me inspiration? When encountering difficulties, don't shrink back, work hard.

Yes, life is like a small grass, which will be suppressed by a big rock from time to time, but as long as you are strong and unyielding and work hard, you will succeed; but if you don’t work hard, you won’t If you fight hard, you will always be a loser.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a sense of relaxation that I had never felt before.

From then on, when I encountered difficulties, I no longer felt frustrated or downcast, but worked hard, just like that little grass