Who can write a composition with an inch of grass?

1. But you can write as many essays as you like. For example, when one party is in trouble, gratitude is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. The 2008 Wenchuan earthquake touched the hearts of every Chinese son and daughter, and everyone joined hands to contribute to the reconstruction of the earthquake-stricken areas. It is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation to be grateful when one side is in trouble. The 2008 Wenchuan earthquake touched the hearts of every Chinese son and daughter, and everyone joined hands to contribute their love to the reconstruction of the earthquake-stricken areas.

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Who knows that an inch of grass rewards three spring scenery?

"Drinking from the source", in the 5,000-year civilization of the Chinese nation, kindness and gratitude, as traditional virtues, have been passed down from generation to generation in all walks of life, especially Confucianism, which originated in the Spring and Autumn Period, has pushed this virtue to the extreme.

At 2: 28 p.m. on May 12, while I was reading at home alone, a sudden violent dizziness disturbed my thoughts, and I had an inexplicable premonition at that time. Turning on the TV at night got a shocking news: an earthquake of magnitude 7.8 (later revised to magnitude 8) occurred in Wenchuan, Sichuan, thousands of miles away from us. Since then, people all over the country and even the world have been praying for the people in the disaster area, and people have generously donated money and materials for the people in the disaster area. By the end of August, the total donations from all walks of life at home and abroad reached a record 59.2 billion yuan, and countless volunteers went directly to the disaster area to participate in the search and rescue of survivors. At that time, a batch of epic heroic deeds emerged all over the country, and the gratitude deeply hidden in people's hearts and eager to repay the society suddenly came into being at this moment. After hearing the news, all the cadres and workers in our station were very concerned about the disaster in Sichuan and went to the office to ask about the disaster and donations. While expressing their grief, everyone sincerely expressed their willingness to contribute to the earthquake relief. As the vanguard of the working class, Comrade party member is even ahead. They actively responded to the party's call, worked hard to do their jobs, and enthusiastically paid special party dues. Comrade Tang, the duty officer, not only participated in the donation organized by the unit, but also personally went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to donate 1 10,000 yuan to the disaster area.

There is great love before the disaster. It is precisely because this unprecedented disaster suddenly appeared in front of us that people showed their heartfelt gratitude and gratitude. "Thanksgiving"-filial piety at home, loyalty at home; Gratitude is a spiritual realm, a traditional virtue, a self-behavior, which embodies people's sense of responsibility, self-reliance and self-esteem, and also reflects everyone's sense of social responsibility. Maybe some people will think, what I have achieved today is my own struggle, not given to me by others. Why should I repay you? Your idea is all wet. Imagine if you put a person in a barren desert, even if you have the ability, what can you do? As a natural person, we are born with parents who love us, teachers who raise us after school, the warmth of society and the care and help of colleagues after work. At the same time, nature selflessly sprinkled sunshine on every inch of land, giving us enough food and clean water. The increasingly powerful motherland ensures that we can enjoy a happy life in peace every day. Is all this beyond your power? Isn't this enough to make us feel grateful and repay the society? In fact, love is all around us. We don't lack love. What we lack is a grateful and kind heart. Every morning when I open my eyes, I'm glad I'm alive today. It's nice to be alive. There are so many disasters and misfortunes in the world every day, but none of them belong to me. Living is a kind of happiness in itself!

As a "behind-the-scenes person" of radio and television, as an ordinary worker of grass-roots radio stations, how to stay ahead of the times in the tide of advocating gratitude education in the whole society is a problem that every radio and television person should seriously consider. As the mainstream media, the radio and television industry shoulders the heavy responsibility of conveying the voice of the party and the country to the broad masses of the people in a timely and accurate manner. It is the glorious and sacred mission of every radio and television person to ensure that everyone listens to and watches good radio and television programs. We are paid by the state, and it is our bounden duty and obligation to be grateful and kind. How to be grateful? Doing our job well, loving our jobs and broadcasting safely and with high quality are our best returns to the country and society.

Today, when the education of "Eight Honors and Eight Disgraces" is actively carried out, we should take gratitude education as an important part of our concept of honor and disgrace education, be proud of "repaying gratitude" and be ashamed of "ungrateful", strive to create a good social atmosphere for the whole people to repay gratitude, and lay a solid ideological foundation for building a harmonious society.

2. Composition: But how much love does the grass have after three times of spring glow?

Peach blossoms are in full bloom outside the window, the vegetation is lush, a little wind blows in from the window, lifting the hair on my forehead, and the loose hospital gown flutters with the wind. I have to look cool, but I'm not interested in enjoying it. At this moment, my heart is so awkward that my thinking flew to 2 hours ago.

At 3: 40, it's time for parents to visit. My mother came in with a big plastic bag and followed the crowd.

"son! Son! " She waved to me as she ran and soon sat down on my bed.

"Son, come!" Mother took out a novel from the plastic bag. "Mom bought you the book you want. Your mother bought this from several bookstores. It's so hard! " She said in a joking tone. "Oh." At the moment, my attention is focused on the book, and my answer is very casual.

"Are these all the things you want?" She piled a pile of snacks and books on my bed. "How are you these days? Are you feeling better? Come, let me see if my body is suffering ... "She nagged endlessly, and I promised impatiently," Ah, ah! I know! " Busy checking what I want.

Suddenly, a sentence caught my attention: "Mom has been living in the basement these days. Where is the blessing?" What? This sentence is like a blockbuster, which makes me dumbfounded. "What? Mom, where do you live? "

"Ah, guests, hotels! Another little patient! " She realized that she had made a slip of the tongue, and the donkey didn't answer the horse's mouth.

"liar! Mom, how do you live in that place? " I asked.

"Well, that place is more convenient ..." She answered falteringly. "There is nothing wrong with living there."

"Why didn't you tell me? Are you short of money? I don't want anything anymore. If I can't, I will die. Let's go back! " I said.

"rule! Selling iron in shabu-shabu should also be treated! " She said flatly, "Your illness is full of money! Calm down and forget it, the disease will get worse! "

"Mom ..." I couldn't speak, and somehow my throat choked.

"Mom is ok. I'll ask the doctor to prescribe more bottles of Jiuwei for you. Here, try this. " She tore open a chocolate package and put it in my hand.

I think this chocolate weighs 1000 pounds. "Mom, you eat first!"

"Mom doesn't like sweets, you can have them." Mom said, put the chocolate in my mouth.

But I know my mother also likes sweets. She doesn't want to eat it because this kind of imported chocolate is very expensive. I looked at my mother. Her face was no longer plump, but skinny, with sunken eyes, swollen eyelids and some silver in her dark hair.

"See * * * what? Eat it. My son really knows how to live and specializes in foreign chocolates. When he grows up, he will definitely study abroad! " She joked that my heart was twisted tightly, and the unspeakable taste lingered in my heart.

"hey!" A burst of birds outside the window brought me back to reality. I looked out of the window, and a thin bird was standing by the nest, feeding the fat young bird that monopolized the nest. "Motherly love, selfless motherly love, selfless motherly love ..." I muttered. "But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays!" I hum lightly.

The dream comes from the mother's love and heart, and is moved by her selfless love. But how much love an inch of grass has is three times! What can I give you in return, my mother!

3. But how much love an inch of grass has? I got 800 words for Sanchunhui's composition. Mom doesn't like sweets. Please eat. "Mom said, and put the chocolate in my mouth.

But I know my mother also likes sweets. She doesn't want to eat it because this kind of imported chocolate is very expensive. I looked at my mother. Her face was no longer plump, but skinny, with sunken eyes, swollen eyelids and some silver in her dark hair.

"See * * * what? Eat it. My son really knows how to live and specializes in foreign chocolates. When he grows up, he will definitely study abroad! " She joked that my heart was twisted tightly, and the unspeakable taste lingered in my heart.

"hey!" A burst of birds outside the window brought me back to reality. I looked out of the window, and a thin bird was standing by the nest, feeding the fat young bird that monopolized the nest. "Motherly love, selfless motherly love, selfless motherly love ..." I muttered. "But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays!" I hum lightly.

The dream comes from the mother's love and heart, and is moved by her selfless love. But how much love an inch of grass has is three times! What can I give you in return, my mother!

4. An essay about filial piety is more than 300 words, but how much love an inch of grass has comes from parents. You live in this world and grow up in this world.

It is our parents who give us life and nurture us to grow up. It is the kindness of parents, and we will repay it all our lives.

I used to be indifferent when I saw my mother's fatigue in cleaning. During the summer vacation from grade four to grade five, I changed this view.

My mother was cleaning, and suddenly she sat on the sofa. I hurried over and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" "I'm fine." Mom said, clutching her waist, and stood up to continue cleaning.

When I looked at it, I thought my mother must have been cleaning all day, and her back ached. Let me help her clean up! Do it. I asked my mother to help me clean up. My mother agreed and told me where to clean up. When I finished all the housework, I felt backache. This time, I finally realized my mother's hard work. My mother does these chores every day, and I have never complained about my low back pain to anyone. As for me, I only helped my mother sweep the floor and wash the dishes once, and I still complained bitterly.

Through this labor, I finally know how hard my mother has worked these years, and I also understand the reasons for my mother's backache and leg pain. Since then, I often help my mother clean, and my mother praises me for growing up.

Filial piety! Chinese virtues handed down from generation to generation can still shine after so many years of ups and downs. However, it seems to have faded away in today's society! Nowadays, it is not uncommon for young people to concentrate on studying, fighting and playing truant.

Yes, regardless of the hard work of parents, when I got home, my mother didn't like her cooking. She grabbed the bowl and threw it underground. She stamped her foot and pointed at her parents' noses, and all the ugly words popped out! Some Internet cafes are "big landlords" who sit for a day or two without eating or drinking, let alone going home! Let parents worry and fret at home. Finally, they had to wait for their parents to invite them home again and again. Sometimes they wear out their mouths. Finally, I was scolded by the child and hit my head with ash. Yes, they spend money like water and regard this habit as a sign of luxury.

I often don't go home, but good words from my parents go in one ear and out the other. After a day or two, it disappeared again, and after three days, I called for money and made trouble for a long time.

Alas, it's really "poverty leads to change"! Has this eternal Chinese virtue been "conquered" by young people? Oh, no, we can't forget the kindness our parents gave us! But how much love the grass has, and I got three rays of spring! Although we don't have billions of dollars to give to our parents, we can send a bunch of flowers; Although we don't have a luxury car to take our parents out for a trip, we can hold their hands and walk with them ... In fact, their requirements are not high, they just need a little warmth. We should try our best to be filial to them! Friends, ask yourself: filial piety, have you done it? .

5. How to write a composition on the topic of "How much love there is only an inch of grass, and it will win three spring rays" ~ ~ Maternal love has been praised for millions of times, millions of years, but it will never stop, because it never stops.

When I was in primary school, my teacher left many compositions on the topic of maternal love. For me, I always finish it without pain. I don't have a deep feeling about its true meaning, that is to say, I am afraid and hated by my mother. Because my mother is strict with me.

I have hated my mother's harshness for countless times. Although I don't have the courage to yell at her, I often slack off and do things my mother doesn't allow me to do, but I don't let her know. Therefore, my academic performance has been mediocre, my life has been so-so, and my mother has broken her heart. From junior high school, with the growth of age, I began to understand that my mother's strictness is also a kind of love.

This kind of love sometimes seems cruel and inhuman, but it gives me endless motivation and makes enviable achievements in my study. Just last Sunday, just after dinner, I shouted to play computer games. My mother was so entangled in me that she had to say, "Take out your homework and let me check it. If you do well, you can play computer games. "

Although I can't play computer right away, my hope of playing computer is still there, because I have already finished all my homework. I piled all my homework on the table at lightning speed. "Mom, I have finished my homework. Can I play?" I shouted.

"Did you do your homework carefully? Can you do math problems? " Mom asked with a grain of salt. "It's a piece of cake, it's a piece of cake …" I haven't finished writing, but I found my mother's face gradually darkened: "Look at the math problem you did, the handwriting is sloppy, the steps are incomplete, and there are so many mistakes …" My mother said that she mistyped the number, and the more she mistyped it, the more angry she became. Finally, she tore up my math homework. "Redo!" Looking at my mother's angry face, I dare not say another word, but silently say to myself, "Dear computer, I'm going to kiss you goodbye."

Although I am extremely unhappy, I know my mother is doing it for my own good. So, I did my math homework again carefully, and my mother talked in detail about the problems I couldn't do.

In the next day's math class, we had a math test. I feel very calm and calm during the exam. When most students around me are scratching their heads, I have carefully checked the test paper. The next day, as I expected, in the envious eyes of the whole class and their warm applause, I got my perfect score paper back as I wished.

That feeling is simply "great!" My mother is very strict with me, not only in my studies, but also in every aspect of my life. My mother is very demanding of me. When I was very young, my mother taught me to wash my face, brush my teeth and clean my room ... I should do it well. A little slack will be criticized by my mother, and sometimes I will suffer from some flesh and blood.

Although I didn't understand it at that time, I still tried to do something that my peers couldn't do. Now I know that my mother wants me to take everything seriously. No matter what my reason is, I can't be careless.

"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold." Thank my mother for being strict with me. Your love will give me infinite strength to overcome any difficulties and guide me to move forward in my future study and life. Never give up the greatest love in the world is maternal love.

In retrospect, we grew from a tiny cell to a human form, and every blood vessel and every inch of bone depended on the irrigation and nourishment of our mother's blood. For the sake of the baby's health and intelligence, the mother is very careful when sitting and lying.

Because mother regards us as a part of her life, the fruit and extension of life. For our normal development, she can overcome all desires and bear all pains.

Day after day, I finally survived the torture of pregnancy in October, and what was waiting for my mother was the torture of childbirth. However, the first cry of the little life made the mother's extremely nervous and tired face bloom with a bright smile.

It was the child's first call that brought her mother to a complicated and difficult world. A mouthful of water, a mouthful of rice, a handful of excrement and a handful of urine.

Teach us to speak word by word and help us learn to walk step by step. You and I, who just came to this world, may leave my mother's care and care at any time. Mother is the best nurse when we are sick.

Day and night, she waited carefully, observed her illness, was meticulous, sought medical advice, and was worried; My mother is the most patient teacher when we make mistakes. She inculcated and worked tirelessly, fearing that we would be influenced by secular, selfish and evil interests. Because we don't eat and talk, my mother is too lazy to talk and eats less.

And every little progress we make will make my mother smile. Think again, even if we are stupid, mother will never abandon us; No matter how ugly we are, we are as beautiful as a fairy in our mother's eyes.

Even though we are not sensible, we have contradicted her and hurt her, but my mother's love for us remains unchanged. No matter how much pain you caused her, she never complained. In the warm embrace of mother, our wings have hardened and our feathers have become plump.

What greets us is a broad vision and a bright future. Waiting for my mother is sadness at parting and loneliness after parting.

Which mother doesn't want her child to succeed, and which mother is willing to keep her child away from home. When we parted, my mother swallowed rolling tears, but what she gave us was a smiling reminder and instruction.

Tears from fingers to heart can only be scattered in no one's place. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home.

Son, in the package your mother gave you, in the letter your mother gave you, do you know how many heart-wrenching tears there are and how many beautiful blessings there are? Do you know how many sleepless nights and how many times my mother met you in her dreams because she missed you countless times?

Children, even if they travel all over Qian Shan, will never leave their mother's heart. You are like a kite. The farther you go, the tighter the long line tied to your mother's heart, and the higher your mother's heart hangs.

Children, reunion.

6. But how many inches of grass love to report the composition of Sanchunhui 1 night, which is already deep, and the moonlight shines in the stable bedroom. I chanted, "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " I can't help feeling excited and excited.

This poem is about a loving mother with a needle and thread in her hand, ready to sew clothes for her son who is far away from home. She was worried that her son would not come back after he left, so she sewed the stitches tightly to make the clothes more durable. Just like grass can't return the sunshine in spring, how can a son's love return his mother's kindness?

I can't help thinking of my mother who raised me. For more than ten years, rain or shine has sent me to school and picked me up from school. Mother is like a candle, burning herself forever, illuminating others and letting me go forward; My mother is like the bright sun, always warming me. Let me thrive; My mother is like a tracker. I am a boat tied tightly to the other end of my mother's rope, which makes me go forward bravely.

I grow up every day, but my mother is getting older every day; I have accumulated more and more knowledge, but my mother's memory is getting worse and worse. And I know that my mother has been very hard and tired for more than ten years.

I remember being in poor health when I was a child. My mother has to walk more than ten miles from my hometown to carry me to the clinic every day. At that time, I was too young to cry loudly because of the heat. Looking back now, I am really ashamed! Seeing the gray hair on my mother's forehead, I want to cry, because the gray hair has penetrated into my heart like a steel needle.

Mom, without you, I wouldn't have such a healthy body and a happy life; Without you, I won't be a towering tree in the future; Without you, I will not be the pillar of the motherland in the future.

"But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three rays of spring." Yes! Just as grass can't repay the sunshine in spring, my love can't repay my mother's deep affection for me!

7. However, how much love does an inch of grass write a composition with Sanchunhui as the main topic? I have heard such a true story: there is a middle school student named Xing Tao in No.3 Middle School of Yueyang County, Hunan Province, and his mother is a patient with only baby intelligence. Xing Tao's father died and her sister went out to work. Xing Tao had to take care of her mother when she was at school. Like taking care of children, I feed, wash clothes, wash feet, wipe urine, accompany me to the toilet, and constantly apologize to others for my mother (my mother often gets into trouble). Because Xing Tao knew that she was her own mother, and because Xing Tao felt a little great maternal love when her mother was awake.

After reading Xing Tao's story, I was deeply moved by Xing Tao. Tears welled up in my eyes when I was reading. I think, what kind of motivation prompted Xing Tao to take care of his mother like that? Is it only the slightest concern that mother is not sick? And these miscellaneous things are insignificant to us ordinary people, but Xing Tao knows how to repay and appreciate, just because he is facing his mother.

I feel guilty when I recall everything I have. I always think that everything my mother usually does to me is taken for granted, because she is a mother and I am a child. I have my mother's care and love. Xing Tao also has a mother, but her position is reversed. He was bitter, tired and wronged, but he took care of her without regrets, as always. I am the opposite of him. Because of my willfulness, my mother didn't take good care of me in life. I'll be furious and complain about my mother. However, I dare not think, if I were Xing Tao, how should I face my mother? Although my mother's love for me is not so exaggerated, it has always been by my side. I was reminded when I went to school in the morning, a table of food when I came home from school, a cup of hot water when I studied at night, and a gentle visit after I fell asleep at night ... I don't know how to repay it, and my mother doesn't want to repay me. What does she want? She just wants her daughter to grow up healthily and live a happy life. I am really happy, and I am really happy with the care of my mother's love.

I always feel unhappy, and I can't feel my mother's special love for me, but compared with Xing Tao, I am extremely happy. Xing Tao is faced with almost blank maternal love. He loves his mother so much, but what have I done to her? Of course, my mother doesn't need my care now, and she still takes care of me so carefully. I think what I can do now is to know that I am happy to have a mother's love now. I want to cherish this love, keep it, and repay it with my academic achievements. "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays".

8. Pregnant in October, who gave birth to us? It's mom. Who raised us through decades of hard work? Or mother. Mother gave us life and meticulous love. How selfless and fearless her love is! How kind her face is!

Mother was very angry when we made a mistake! Mom was very happy when we came back with excellent grades and a gold cup! We are sick, and mother is very worried. ...

/kloc-My mother was pregnant in October, when she was happy and hard. In the morning, she goes to work with a heavy body and a big belly. In the evening, I took a bath with a big belly. Even when she is sleeping, she has to change her habitual posture. After 10 months, my mother will come to the hospital again, enduring great pain and giving birth to us. Then, she taught us toddlers, babbled, taught us the truth of being a man, raised us and trained us into adults! Maternal love is great and poetic;

The thread in the loving mother's hand,

Make clothes for her wayward son.

She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.

But how much love does an inch of grass have,

Make three spring scenery.

Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer tells the true meaning of a mother's love for her children. She is a hymn of dialectics from nurturing us to cultivating us, and it is also a portrayal of her whole body!

Mom is ordinary, kind and great! Dear mother, I thank you for giving me life, and for letting me feel the warmth, happiness and meaning of life like spring with your great selfless love ... Thank you sincerely!

9. But how much love the grass has received the three-hundred-word composition of Sanchunhui.

"But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays". This is an eternal quatrain written by Meng Jiao. Every time I read it, I think not only of my mother, but also of my father, and also of the love and everything my parents have given me for many years.

One day, I read a book telling a touching story between a child and his parents. At this time, I can't help but think that he is my father who tucked in the quilt in the dead of winter, and he is my mother who stayed by the bed all night to take care of me when I was sick. I thought a lot.

Thinking about thinking, the light in front of me was blurred, and a crystal tear slowly flowed over my cheek and landed on the book on my chest. I cried. It was the first time I cried for my parents after I was ten years old. I fought excitedly, wiped my red eyes with my cuffs, opened the door of the study, walked slowly to the kitchen and approached my father who was busy in the kitchen. At the door of the kitchen, I said to my father, Dad, turn around and I want to have a word with you. Dad seemed impatient, and said without looking back, if he had something to say, he would turn around. Can't you see I'm busy? I listened, my heart sank, I thought about my father's temper, walked behind my father and said, Dad, thank you for your love for me. I love you! Dad was shaking like an electric shock. I thought he was happy, but his answer was surprised, angry and funny. "Oh, don't be disgusting." Dad's words suddenly pulled my grateful heart down from the abyss, and made me embarrassed about my mother. I was afraid that my mother would not accept my expression.

But I resolutely came to my mother's side, and my voice was very small: I love you, mom! I was also shocked by my mother's performance. Unlike my father, my mother is more delighted and moved. She paused, then understood, took my hand, and her eyes were wet with fog: I love you, too, baby! I'm glad to hear what my mother said.

"But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays". I want to honor my parents with my own ability when I grow up; I don't want to grow up, because only when I was a child can I jump into my parents' arms and shout coquetry: Mom and Dad!