The life of the wall grass

A foxtail seed broke away from the mother under the breeze, drifted with the wind, and finally landed on the wall to settle down. This wall, after experiencing countless winds and rains, finally accumulated a thin layer of mud. This seed began its ordinary and bumpy life in this barren land.

In spring, everything recovers and many lives begin. Under the wall, on the side of the road, many brothers and sisters of the foxtail are rooted in it. The soil here is moist and fertile, and it is a good place to grow. A spring rain, a spring thunder, awakened all the seeds that were sleeping in the soil, they continued to force the earth, the wall grass and wake up in the spring call. When it saw the first sunshine of the world, it fell in love with the world. It understood that it only had to work several times more than the roadside grass to survive. So when the roadside grass enjoys the spring rain, it desperately absorbs nutrients and desperately takes root. However, this land is not much nutritious, and it penetrates the roots into the bricks of the wall. In this way, it survived.

In the summer, the sun is hot and the heat waves are rolling. The fire-like sun unrelentingly spreads the hot light to all the places where it can shine, and the water on the ground quickly evaporates. Under the cover of the wall, the roadside grass has no burning sensation, and even some shady. The little grass standing alone on the wall has to endure the torment of the heat and the hunger and thirst. Just like tumbling in the oil pan, the wall grass is attacked by ultraviolet rays. It's listless, pulling his head, groggy and wanting to fall. Perhaps it was the tenacious vitality of the wall grass in the extremely hot and hunger environment. A heavy rain came in time and took the wall grass from the hands of death.

The rain fell, and the rain of the beans slammed into the grass. Those raindrops are tantamount to hail and ruthlessly on its thin body. The hot hunger has been eliminated, but this heavy rain has threatened the survival of the wall grass. Soon, the wall grass that had just been spirited was bent by the raindrops. There is no strength in the wall, and its tired, unskinned young body requires it to fall, but it really does not want to go down, because it is very clear, it is to give up the world that you are deeply infatuated, and lose the bright. Sunlight, fresh air, and a breezy breeze. Just as the wall of grass was desperate to fall, the belief - a force erupting from the bottom of my heart filled the bones that had already been bent, and the poor wall grass stood up again. In this way, it created a miracle of survival with faith.

In a blink of an eye, in the late autumn, in the autumn wind, in the autumn rain, the roadside grass died one after another, and the grass on the wall died alone. In the deep and dry autumn, it was just a dead yellow body. No one will pay attention to it, and will not know its lonely life. It does not want to be noticed. It only hopes to live a strong life. It believes that it is really alive.

While praising the roadside grass, "the wildfire is not burning, the spring breeze is blowing again," people always say "the wall grass, both sides down." As everyone knows, this grass that lives on the wall, its flower language is persevering and ununderstood.

The wall grass, with a lifetime to write a hero's praise.

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