Grass is very ordinary, but it has a lot of chest - the wheels run over it, but it does not make a sound; the shoes step on it, but it does not respond; the cold tortures it, but it does not fall.
The ice and snow have just melted, and the grass is like a group of lively and lovely children, playfully stretching out their green little heads from the arms of Mother Earth, so thin, so petite, so tenacious, but they are not Afraid of the severe cold, we dance joyfully in the spring breeze.
The grass woke up from a deep sleep, they broke out of the ground, stretching their young green leaves; the grass used its own dots of green to weave pieces of green carpets. The grass quietly greened the entire mountain, weaving spring clothes for my hometown.