Pick up a handful of dirt, warm and humid, and the fragments of sunshine jump on it. I put my ear close to the broad chest of the earth and heard the sound of her heartbeat. It was wonderful. Fingertips swept her rough skin, and I touched her vicissitudes, which were the marks left by many storms and lightning. She is the cradle of all life, so this land is full of vitality and vitality! Once upon a time, it was also in this blooming season that bright sunshine flowed on the earth. I danced barefoot on the ground, laughing, as if I would never get tired.
Once, I saw my father looking around for me with my favorite food. His kind call rippled in the fields and shook the earth. Once, I bought a new bike at home. When I was six years old, I sat trembling in my seat, staggered forward and drew an irregular S-shape. Finally, I couldn't hold on, fell into the dust and kissed the earth intimately. Once, I hung a long rubber band with a group of "little brothers" in the forest. It took away our cheerful songs, and our light footsteps trembled. Happy laughter came from behind, mixed with ups and downs of dust particles, reflecting colorful sunshine; Once … such a beautiful time, like a nostalgic classic old song, not fashionable, but full of charm! Touching this spreading yellow under your feet is a gift from nature, a generosity from heaven, and a harbor for your soul. We must not let it be abandoned, but let it become rich and colorful.
In spring, the seeds of hope are sown, and buds are everywhere; In summer, we sweat like rain, and everything becomes lush; In autumn, we are busy shuttling, and the wind naughtily eats a bright golden yellow; In winter, "catkins" fly all over the sky, covering the earth with silver fur clothes, which will breed hope for the future. In the four seasons, we worked hard and kept pace, making flower of life bloom beautifully in this hot land under our feet. Gazing affectionately again, I know: I have never left that affectionate land at the moment when I confide, run, struggle and sprint.
In this life, I have fought bravely on this pure land. In the next life, I would like to become "spring mud" to protect flowers!
Thinking of writing: develop a reasonable imagination around the theme of "the land under your feet", with coherent logic and clear thinking. We should also pay attention to the transition, care and cohesion of the article, leave no traces of fracture, closely follow the content of narration and description, and add our own true feelings.