"The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. "
People praise me for my vitality,
Praise my firm belief in life.
"There are plenty of fish in the sea"
People praised me for growing everywhere,
Praise me for not applying any fertilizer and prospering.
"The eaves are low and the grass is green by the stream."
People praised me as the messenger of spring,
Praising me is a symbol of hope.
"But how much love there is in an inch of grass, the three spring rays in the newspaper"
People praise my kindness,
Praise me for decorating the earth.
I, a green grass, give silently.
grass
That day, you smiled sweetly,
From spring;
That day, you held out your tender hand,
Accept the complex world.
From then on, you had a dream. . . . . .
Collect rain and dew, harvest hope.
You carry trust on your weak shoulders,
You support life with your thin body,
You use your young life to continue the future.
It is you who have gained hope with tenacity and tenacity.
You spread true love with perseverance and gentleness.
It is you who maintain your life with sincerity and persistence.
however
The relentless storm makes you want to be quiet, not only exhausted,
Damn snowstorm, it makes you restless and pale.
Grass,
Facing the morning sun, happy every day,
Covered with the glow of the sun, the dawn appears at first sight,
Now that we have chosen the horizon,
Hold up the sun tomorrow.
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I like beautiful spring, and I prefer the grass in spring. Why do I like grass? Someone must have such a question. I know everyone likes flowers and their beauty and charm. But no one likes grass. Maybe people think it is weak and inconspicuous. But as long as you look closely, you will find that it is not as weak as you think, and its vitality is very tenacious.
A gust of wind blew and it rained heavily. The rainstorm hit the weak grass mercilessly. At this time, I quietly imagined the grass after the rainstorm. Can it survive the destruction of heavy rain? I don't know how long it took, but the rainstorm stopped. I suddenly woke up from my sleep and went to see the grass after the rainstorm. At this look, I was shocked. Grass is like a dying little life, and some still cling to the ground. But I firmly believe that these grasses will never bow to the rainstorm, and I look forward to the news that they have survived. Gradually, the last dark cloud in the sky disappeared. The sun gently stroked the grass with the light of hope. Finally, the grass finally overcame the rainstorm and survived tenaciously. At this time, I think the vitality of the grass is really tenacious.
Although the grass is not as beautiful as a flower or as tall and straight as a tree, it has a tenacious heart and a heart that dares to overcome the rainstorm.
[Poetry] Cheer for the grass
Author: Clear water and tasteless article Source: Original publishing member of this site: Clear water and tasteless browsing index: 75 Update time: 2006-8- 16
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In the lonely barren hills
In the cracks in the rubble.
On the endless grassland
It stands up with a small waist pole.
It is so persistent and fearless.
Grass can't appreciate the scenery on high places.
But silently dedicated the green of life to spring.
Ah, grass
You can't choose your birth.
But still stubbornly write green hymns.
You are struggling in the dust on the side of the road.
You are struggling in the dry and monotonous crevices.
You are not as delicate as a potted plant.
You don't have the fragrance of roses.
but
You are never afraid of snow, rain and fog.
Never afraid of heat and cold.
You conquered the storm.
Conquer the scorching sun
Ah, grass
I am moved by your infinite vitality.
Your tenacious spirit of life left a deep impression on me.
It withers and grows once a year.
You will never give in to the ruthless ravages of wildfire.
Never disappoint the earth's hope for you.
I see-
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2 cursive poems
grass
You have to use your little body
To prove that spring is green and life is green.
2006.08. 16
Smiling grass
□ Zhong Lei
The rising sun is full of beautiful scenery, and I like to smell birds and flowers. Often strolling in the fields of Bi Ye, I am used to seeing the arrogance of towering trees in the sun and tired of smelling the flirting of rich flowers. I really can't bear to step on the grass with tears-tears are not the sadness of the grass, but the joy of hope.
Do not believe, look. The grass dancing with the breeze in the morning light, like an innocent and lively child, dances freely, shakes its head frequently and keeps dancing. How relaxed and proud it is to stretch your small figure! A cheerful feeling is displayed in the gentle jump. There are bursts of smiles on his smooth and comfortable cheeks, which seems to make you hear the fresh breath in the smile. If you squat down and smell a grass, a delicate fragrance with earthy breath will make you smell the unobtrusive character of grass.
The breeze is cool, the sun is warm, the golden fruit seems to have a magnificent momentum, and the evergreen tree seems to be a little cocky. Pay attention to a grass standing quietly on the earth. His skin looks mottled and yellow. However, his expression is so simple and steady, and he is so supercilious in the face of evergreen trees. Grass, grass, you are a wise man who never blindly compares with others.
When the autumn frost covers the earth, the golden fruit seems to be covered with jewels, and it feels like a thousand miles away. However, the grass covered with frost beads is more like an old man with gray hair and a mature and steady smile on his face forever.
Ah, grass, forever smiling grass. I like your inner peace.
The howling north wind scattered the grass, and the snow covered the grass's remains.
In the cold wind, I want to fly over. Grass, you are in the warm embrace of Mother Earth, and it is hard to see your comfortable smile after a short separation. When spring blossoms, I will smile at you with vigor.
] The grass is smiling
Grass grows in the corner of the building. No one will notice such a small creature, so humble and so thin. The grass still grows alone with a smile and does not attract anyone's favor. One day, a leaf fell beside the grass. The leaves sighed all day and said, "I am unfortunate." If it is a big tree, why did you give up on me? " The grass said happily, "how nice!" Your fall is the pursuit of the wind. Why sigh? " Although the leaf said nothing, it is not difficult to see its sadness.
As the days passed, the leaves began to turn yellow. It always complains about the bad underground air and there are many bugs in the corner. The saddest thing is that pedestrians can't see me. They used to look up, although they didn't look at me, but now ~ ~ ~, alas. It always moans like this, endlessly.
Maybe one day people's eyes will notice it, but it's a blessing in disguise. The sky is still as bright as yesterday, the footsteps of pedestrians are still in a hurry and leisurely, and everyone's eyes still don't pay attention to them alone. The next day, Xiaocao woke up early in the morning and found that the leaves were gone, just passing by a garbage truck. At this time, the leaves were finally noticed, but the grass heard the screams of the sun through the tree, so helpless and pitiful.
The grass still lives happily every day without any troubles. It likes listening to the dripping sound when it rains, watching people scrambling to hide from the rain, hugging couples to keep warm, smelling the fragrance of the soil after the rain, and enjoying what is happening in front of us. In the evening, the glow on the horizon appears. Maybe the sunset is really the most beautiful. The grass laughs, so clean and beautiful!