Such a grass

An unknown grass grew in the crack of the balcony. I don't know what the seed is, and I don't know where it came from. In short, it falls in the crack of my balcony, and it sprouts and grows into such a grass, a grass that twists and turns.

Did not give it too much care, because it is just a grass. "It will soon wither away." I predicted. After a few days of hard work, I glanced at it and only thought it was more and more ugly. The whole plant was covered with a thick layer of ash. After a few days of exposure, the yellow leaves were languid, and the gray-faced face was completely lifeless. I walked away boringly.

It’s been a long time. Finally, this morning, the black cloud is wrapped in thunder and lightning, and it is accumulating in the horizon and rolling. Going to the balcony, I was shocked by the situation when I used to see the heavy rain. The sky quickly dimmed, and the clouds in the distance had already arrived. The flash of light outside suddenly illumined the entire room.

A thunder, tearing the silence of the morning, announced the coming of a heavy rain. “噼啪...噼啪...” The big raindrops of the beans lingered on the ground and gradually gathered into the river. Soon, there was no dry land outside the house, and the world outside the window was a white mist. "The bedside house has no dry place, and the rainy feet are not cut off." This poem is white and adds a bit of sorrow to the scene. Life is so small and vulnerable to life compared to nature. My mood was also stunned by the heavy rain.

However, a touch of green has caught my eye. "Hey? Good-looking?" I was in my heart. At a glance, I was taken aback: Isn't that grass? How did it completely change? Under the scouring of the rain, it changed to dark, and the emerald green leaves were everywhere to show their vitality. It’s full of stunned outside, but it’s energetic! But I am still worried. The grass is still grass, its thin roots will be broken by heavy rain, this rainstorm is likely to kill it! Suddenly I felt a little sorry, I thought about whether or not to find something to cover it.

But this grass has no worries. The body was beaten by the rain, and the slender, stubborn roots and stems were also bent lower and lower, and the lower and lower the bend... Suddenly, the lightning rebounded back! The raindrops that gathered on the leaves were shattered and flew away. And it just swayed a few times. Then I bounced and bent, bent and bounced... I didn't know how to be tired, and I didn't have any fear. I can't help but be impressed by its tenacious vitality and unyielding spirit! The humbleness of life that was still sighing has vanished.

The summer rain always stops and stops. The dark clouds outside have dispersed. I walked back to the room from the balcony. I opened the diary early and wrote down the following sentence: Tenacity and unyielding are the main theme of my life. Looking up and looking out the window, the remaining drops of water on the plant flashed, and under the shimmering light, reflected the colorful halo. I made a smile.

I am fortunate to be able to encounter such a grass, such a grass full of vitality, bringing me unlimited inspiration.

The third day: Zhu Nan