"Grass" Liu put Yang Yizhi's grass in a crevice by the window, swaying his slender waist and facing the sun. Where did it come from, from the pigeon's stomach or from the strong spring breeze? It is still mysterious, as if there is a wonderful story in the green, and it is as prosperous as this high-spirited season. When did it germinate? I never know, except that on that day, I looked at the blue sky in the distance and it touched my eyes. In a trance, I thought it was my own shadow, magnified in my pupil.
Ai Qing, a tree, stands aloof, and the wind and air tell them the distance. But under the cover of soil, their roots grow in the invisible depths, and the roots are intertwined. When Zhou Mengdie and other light and shadow turn into fruit, you will suddenly think of yesterday. At that time, your face was more beautiful than Yuan Ye's. Rain and snow didn't come, woodpeckers didn't come, and even a tentacle-like worry can torture you when you are bored. Is it fire? Or what drove you to break through this class? It's cold and hard. Do you hear the cries circulating in your veins? "Let me be a leaf! Let the frost turn red and let the running water flow gently. " So when I wake up, I will be green! On a snowy night, you will hear the sound of cold bluebirds flapping their wings.
"Grass" Bing Xin I am a grass that lives under the eaves and is inadvertently trampled by others. I am fighting for the meaning of life. I want to be strong and live. I am a grass under the eaves.
Nature cares for me. God sprinkled crystal rain and dew, moistened the foundation and made the branches green. I have worked hard, and I hope to swallow my sadness and tears together for the fruit of life. I am a grass under one roof. There are no tall and straight trees and peaches and plums all over the world, but I firmly believe that even humble grass will bloom brilliantly in flower of life through persistence and hard work.