Grass's self-report

I am a grass. As for my parents, I don't know, but I know that I am lucky. I was taken to a new home by a family because of my long-sightedness.

I am a "gift" in my living room. The owner of the room is a person who loves flowers and plants. Whenever the first sunshine rises in the morning, he will water me and take care of me. At that time, I just lazy to open my eyes and lazy to enjoy the sun bathing.

But unfortunately, I finally came to me. Although I struggled and tried to change my destiny, I was indifferent. The owner of the room had to move. He took everything away. I forgot the "friends" who lived in the room with them. I began to miss the good old days, but he didn't care. So, I was abandoned.

My mood is getting worse every day. I began to hate the owner of the room and even forgot all the gifts he gave. I was thrown at the street, and the evil human beings stepped on my head countless times. My heart was filled with resentment, but I could not vent. Doom finally met me again. On a dark night, the bright moon has already been hiding in the place. The thunder broke the silence of the night, the storm also slammed into the rain, and the rain hit me on the body, but it was not as gentle as usual, but heavy. I have a lot of pain. I am pleading in my heart, maybe God is also hating the evil human beings. The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and I can’t breathe.

My life is almost at the extreme, no longer asking for anything in my heart, nor looking forward to anything, just quietly waiting for the arrival of death. Suddenly, if the light of heaven is on me, I thought it was death, and I couldn’t help but look up, but it was the evil man. There is no such thing as a beautiful fantasy in my heart, just lying like a mud, letting humans be at the mercy. "It’s a pity to throw such a nice little grass." Then I was held in his arms, maybe the rain fainted my head, I don’t know what happened at the time, just remember that the rain was very loud. Large, and occasionally mixed with thunder.

I stumbled and opened my eyes. Everything seemed like a dream. I lived in a simple but warm room. At this time, I experienced the warmth when I experienced the storm. My hatred of humanity has long been thrown away, and I no longer hate it. I just want to lie lazy and lazy to enjoy the warmth that the sun brings to me.

Humans, give some of your love, warm those desperate lives. Maybe, just a little, they will feel that the fragile life becomes tenacious. At that time, the world will be full of love and full of warmth.

The second day: heart