Wall grass

Wall grass

To youth, when we are confused, it is better to be a wall grass. Inscription

Wind and rain, lightning and mutual resonance. The pale blue figure in the corner of the wall, in the music of the wind, dancing in the wind.

In this huge stage, the grass remembered its past. That is when it is still a seed, the rice is harvested. In the summer sun, the unique rice scent is distributed. However, such a good life did not last long, they were locked into the impenetrable warehouse door and lost their luster.

The dark environment of that night made it suffocate, and the mildew on the companion made it fear, and the screaming of "吱吱" and the foraging of the rice worm called it creepy. It wants to break free and want to go back to the moisture of the earth and the sky. However, it has not been approved by the tribes. The outside life has to withstand the wind and rain. Wild rice can only be trampled on, and a rice is deadly. However, it did not shrink back because of hard work, it only waited for an opportunity.

Finally, the typhoon arrived. The wind opened the doors and windows and opened the door to the free sky. It is seated in a narrow, hard cement joint with no wet soil and only a small amount of poor dust. It is not so timid, and the determination is struggling to take root. Fortunately, the moisture of the air conditioner dripped, causing it to pass through the sunlight, and resolutely raised his head. Over time, its roots are getting deeper and deeper, and the leaves are getting denser.

In a blink of an eye, heavy rain hurried away and disappeared. The mother found the trace of the grass in the corner, and wanted to uproot it, but she did not use it. I persuaded: "Since I was born here, leave it, it is not easy." The mother nodded and told me to throw away the broken rice in the warehouse. The rotten rice looked at the grass and stayed. I sighed myself.

The grass looked at the rice and left, swaying in the wind, showing a smile.

The third day: the era of light dancing