Crying for humanity

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I am a grass, happy in the wind and rain, but I quietly tears. What about "Happy"? How can the spring breeze blow again?

Grass also has its grief.

Many times, I always sigh silently, and people can't hear it. I sometimes shed tears, not that I am not strong enough. Although there are "men who have tears and do not flick", they are only "not at the sad center". The sound of the rain was mixed with the sound of my twitching. A little boy squatted at the window and looked at me silently. I don't know what I was thinking, maybe I heard my sadness.

A few birds that were wet with wings sighed at me in the sky, and they were "dead" in the sky. They were relatively speechless, but the eyes conveyed the endless sorrow of animals and plants, a thousand words, one eye will pass Then, it is all forced by life! Can understand!

The rain is still there, as if she was crying with the grass, the raindrops stroking a stump next to it, hoping to smooth it and get a wound, but that is nothing but useless. The grass looked at the stump, just three days ago, it was a tree with great vitality! How strong is that big tree! However, no matter how powerful, in front of people, it is just a paper tiger, even if it is a real tiger?

"Grass, I am leaving." The bird hovered in the sky, and did not care that the rain drenched her beautiful feathers.

"Bird, let's go, I want to turn into a flower next year, the most beautiful flower, I will let the wind bring you."

"Grass, I will miss you, but I have to go. My cousin lives in the forest. It is very good, although it is dangerous, but it is much better than here."

"I wish you happiness." The grass was crying sadly, and the rain was still dripping down, and the cry was buried in its chest. Grass is actually like a bird, but for its happiness, it is willing.

"Wind, are you there?"

A scent of wind blew, the old wind is no longer clean, the wind did not show up, it does not want humans and animals to see him, because it is too dirty, so the wind is always invisible.

"Yes, I'm here."

"Please bring a greeting to the younger brother of the fish and wish it a speedy recovery."

"I'm afraid I can't. The younger brother has moved, but he can't find a suitable home. All the water seems to be so dirty." In fact, the younger brother died and died in his home. In the dark home, the wind is not willing to let this injured grass be injured again.

"Hey~ When can I get rid of it, why do you want the spring breeze to be born again?" Grass smiled, the kind of crazy smile, but a drop of dewdrops slipped from it.

The third day: Wang Jiawen