Grass seeds were taken away from their mother by the wind. Wherever these little creatures go, as long as there is wood, soil and sunshine, they immediately take root and sprout and grow rapidly. Take that lovely green to that place. Wherever they are, they can be seen everywhere. They love the earth, love nature, breathe fresh air, bathe in bright sunshine, fight against storms, exercise their bones and muscles, and seek their own happiness.
What is more sad is that a weed crushed under a hard rock always tries to climb to the ground in a tortuous and unyielding way, no matter how heavy the top rock is and how hard the surrounding soil is. Its vitality is not only strong, but also it bravely challenges nature.
In midsummer, the sudden rainstorm just washed away the dust on them, making them greener and more lovely. Although some grasses are slightly inclined, they will straighten up and stay alive afterwards. How tenacious the vitality of weeds is!
In the cold winter, under the attack of frost, their stems and leaves have shrunk and withered, but there are endless roots buried underground. They firmly believe that "winter has come, can spring be far behind?" When spring returns to the earth, they get out of the ground at an amazing speed, regain their youth, and put on new clothes on the ground like "spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan".
Bai Juyi, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote such a poem: "The mountain fire never goes out, and the spring breeze blows high." Perhaps this is the true portrayal of the tenacious character of weeds!
I praise weeds and their courage to face and conquer all hard rocks. Even in the harshest winter, they will not shrink back. "The grass in the blood is fertile, and the earth is cold and productive." They fought even more tenaciously. Cold wind, you can make the stems and leaves of grass wither, but its roots are still alive and life continues in the roots. Although the external pressure can make "a thousand ink noodles have no Artemisia", it can't stop the situation of "listening to thunder in silence".
I eulogize weeds and praise their fighting capacity and indomitable spirit-tenacious vitality.