It’s the grass yellow season again. The mottled green all over the field disappears, and only the dry light yellow gradually fills people's sight, which is the most flexible after-song at the end of life.
I like to see the fallen leaves falling on the withered grass. The red leaves and yellow grass stems are very vivid and beautiful. Looking at them, I will think of the sunset when it slowly sets in the west. The desolate splendor will remind you of the warmth and touch of the waning white-haired old man walking hand in hand on the stone steps, calm and safe.
After the first snowstorm in the cold winter, they will disappear from the ground and return to the embrace of Mother Earth to rest. Wait, after a long wait, the first gentle call of the spring breeze will wake up all their descendants.
I like to see the beauty of the green grass on the south bank of the river. The bleak winter escapes in their laughter. What tender new green stems are standing bravely in the cracks of the rocks and on the soil. Her slender waist grew inch by inch in the cold wind and rain that suddenly turned from warm to cold, dyeing the embankment and the earth bit by bit, and weaved exciting spring clothes under the blue sky and breeze.
The luxuriant grass, you can’t bear to step on it, touch it gently with your hands, as delicate as a baby’s skin, strands of it slipping through the palm of your hand, and some tiny rhythms of life are transmitted from your hands to your heart. , people can't help but sigh in their hearts: Such a weak plant can have such a tenacious life, and it is the first to respond to the spring breeze, attracting pink willows, bees flying and butterflies dancing, and the spring scenery is bright.
I like to watch the grass grow in midsummer and the orioles fly. Under the caress of the hot sunshine, the grass releases all the beauty in life. The boundless green field makes the blooming flowers of all colors look bright and attractive. Wow, the blue sky has also become lower in the field of vision, as if bending down and condescending to get close to the grass.
The grass at this time is the biggest and softest new bed, tempting us to hand over our bodies to them with great comfort. There is no anxiety or worries. Surrounded by the green grass, Have the most relaxing dream.
When we close our eyes, the aroma of green grass under the sun surrounds our sense of smell. What a warm and pleasant fragrance it is. It is not as strong as various floral fragrances, nor as elegant as famous brand perfumes. It is the fragrance of ripe rice, the fragrance of cow and goat milk, and the original fragrance of nature. , is the smell of the earth, the smell of my mother’s arms.
Yes, Xiaocao, you were originally the main food for cattle, horses and sheep. Through them, you transformed into white milk, delicious meat, warm fur, and galloping power, supporting a nation and country.
The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low. In the dimness of time, it seems to see a generation of heroes, Genghis Khan, whipping up his horse and commanding thousands of cavalry, sweeping across the Eurasian continent, invincible. The grass created an unprecedented horseback hero.
The grass grows in the original land, withering and growing every year. Wild fire, in spring. Flexible grass, what are you? Is it our countless humble and small lives? We are ordinary grassroots people, but we can also describe spring and dress the earth. When we unite with weak lives, we can also change the environment and create the world.
That familiar song sounded melodiously in my heart: There is no fragrance of flowers/No height as a tree/I am a grass that no one knows/Never lonely/Never worried/Look My friends are all over the world...
Reference: Under the Banyan Tree
*In the lonely winter, there is a monotonous yellow color everywhere. There was desolation everywhere, and even the bright and clear river in the past had lost its luster, and it was hiding under the ice and sleeping. There is a mother and daughter, exuding the warm sunshine. Below, the mother is combing her daughter's hair. She smoothed her hair gently. And the gentle strands are braided into braids. There was a smile written all over her face, and it seemed that the love in her heart could never be contained and overflowed to her mouth. It flows to the corner of the eyes and spins into long. Braids. The sun kissed the long hair, which seemed to be sprinkled with gold powder, shining with an erratic brilliance. The daughter snuggled in her mother's arms obediently, kept talking, and made her mother smile knowingly from time to time. The sweet affection melted the coldness of winter and made the bleak winter scenery spin out with the beauty of spring.
*It started to snow in the evening, and then it didn’t stop all night. Snowflakes fell softly on the black and mottled beehives. The bees are sleeping. Inside the delicate hexagonal honeycomb, it looks like a secret letter sealed with wax. Or like refined particles of pure gold, treasured by a rich king. In fact, it is more valuable than gold, because bees are living creatures and have life. Their dreams are the sweetest under the sky. The milkvetch and rapeseed flowers in the south, and the sophora japonica, jujube flower, and vitex in the north have withered and bloomed again. But I don’t know if there will be any trace of snow in the bustling dreamland tonight. If a lovely bee wakes up quietly to the sound of snow, it will smell a scent from the sky, holy and magical. It's a pity that no one is lucky enough to recover. The flowers of the world have exhausted them.
*In the years of poverty, people can also feel some profound happiness, like I often remember to add a bowl of hot white rice. Pour a spoonful of lard and a spoonful of soy sauce, sit in front of the "huding" (the stone steps of the hall door) and savor the aroma of lard rice. Every grain of rice is full of the aroma of happiness.
The happiness of life does not lie in one’s environment, one’s status, or the material things one can enjoy, but in how one’s soul corresponds to life.
Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have their own happiness, the rich have their own happiness, the powerful and powerful have their own happiness, and the humble have their own happiness. In life, everyone laughs and tears; in life, everyone has happiness and sorrow. This is the true appearance of the human world.
*When love shines through the cold heart like bright sunshine, we will find that love itself is a wave of trembling strings, a dispersion of floral fragrance, lasting, warm, and extending. And people. From one hand to another, from one person to another. This is the warmth that emanates from the depths of the lover's soul. It awakens a line of tired footsteps in the spiritual world and a heart that has been indifferent. Then, the person who has received love will light a match in his heart. A warmth. To illuminate another heart, even though it is so weak sometimes.
*If you are just a drop of water, you reflect the colorful rays of the sun, allowing Xianzi to see the most beautiful colors in the world. How important you are to the children.
No matter how small and humble you are. You can also compose the fairy tale of life and create the miracle of life in your own world. Maybe. It is because of you that the world has added color. You have to bravely say to yourself: "I am important, I am just a scenery."
*Smile. To sing the song of life. Tears should be shed for the sorrow of others; kindness should be shed for kind hearts; sympathy should be given to the poverty of the poor; care should be used to warm the desolation of the widowed and lonely.
*Death, disease, injury, injustice...these have already existed. Moreover, dramas in their name are being performed in this world all the time. Some sad or indignant stories once made us cry with sadness, but were soon forgotten; some ugly phenomena. It once filled us with righteous indignation, but soon gave way to something else exciting.
All of this is just because they happened to others and were too far away from "my world"; our feelings cooled in the air. Solidify, fall!