Keywords: fifth grade of Fengxian Meng Primary School

This article applies to: the fifth grade of primary school.

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This 400-word composition is about the fifth grade of primary school. The title is Dream of Impatiens. Everyone is welcome to contribute enthusiastically.

Dream of Impatiens

I am a seed of Fengxian Xiao, and I have a dream, that is to bloom beautiful flowers.

I remember it was a beautiful night, with orange light and shadow floating, and the hostess took me and my brothers and sisters to the terrace. She gently scattered us on the land. At this time, the wind mother-in-law breathed a sigh of relief, and I didn't stand firm. I suddenly rolled down from the soil and fell on the tile. However, no one found me, even the hostess didn't look back when she left. She smiled with satisfaction and went out.

I'm sad because I can't finish my mission anymore. Perhaps, I will be swept into the garbage basket by my master, perhaps, I will become the food for birds ... Suddenly, an idea germinated in my heart: instead of crying here sadly, I may try my best to survive.

I tried my best to roll into the cracks in the nearby tiles. Ah, although there is some soil in it, there are more stones and ants. How can I survive? My brothers and sisters must be lying in the soft soil now, enjoying the whole body massage of earthworms, but I ... but I'm still lying in the cracks of bricks.

In the first few days, I was extremely depressed. Lying between bricks, stones always hurt my waist, which hurts. Besides, it was very dry and there was no rain. The hostess splashed a few drops on me while watering the vegetables. I must absorb it within 10 seconds, otherwise it will flow away. The master's children run around the terrace every day and sometimes step on me. It's hell on earth.

But then, my mind changed. It is a miracle that I can survive, and it is a blessing from God. I want to live every day well and don't compare with others. No matter how bitter my life is, it is sweet. "The sun is new every day, depending on how you face it." I say to myself every day.

Gradually, I became stronger and never shed a tear again. I try to take root, try to sprout, and try my best to grow every day. I'm getting stronger and stronger. In this way, I am very happy every day.

When I grow up, I want to realize my original dream-more and more flowers. When I poured out my dreams to the flowers next to me, they all showed disdain. One of the begonia flowers proudly said to me, "impatiens, forget it." How can a weak grass like you blossom in the cracks? " Give up your dream! "She laughed at me loudly, and other flowers laughed with her. Only Grandpa Sun often encourages me. He often looks at me with a smile, as if to say, "Come on, Fengxian Xiao, you will succeed! "

Yes, I want to blossom. I'm impatiens. My task is to blossom. More importantly, flowering is my beautiful dream. I want to blossom more for those who have helped me, encouraged me and laughed at me. I want them to know that nothing is impossible as long as they have tenacious perseverance!

One morning, a drop of cool dew crossed my cheek and I woke up. The morning is so charming that I am intoxicated by it. At this moment, Grandpa Sun shouted, "Fengxian Xiao, you are in blossom!" Wow! Is it true?/You don't say. "I looked up at the pink flowers. I shed tears of pride, joy and happiness. I finally realized my dream!

At this moment, the hostess pushed the door and came in. She suddenly found me in a crack in the tile and couldn't help being surprised. After a while, she murmured, "This impatiens is really something! It is a miracle to survive in such a harsh environment. It is a miracle that she has produced such beautiful flowers! Life is so great! "

(Strong Impatient)

(Thanks to the doll's stationery)

Mom's words: there is a impatiens growing in the gap between the tiles on my terrace. It was great to see beautiful flowers yesterday. My daughter wrote a fairy tale based on this Impatiens tree, and wrote the tenacity and optimism of the little flower with anthropomorphic methods. The language was fluent and vivid, and she was moved after reading it. A flower is a world, a leaf is a bodhi, and the power of life is contained in it.