Forgetful grass

The flower language of forgetting the grass is; let go of sorrow and learn to forget.

They heard their noise again in the ear, I sat in the room and listened quietly to their conversation. The sound of the smashing things in my voice was clearly introduced into my ears again and again. I don’t know how many times I heard them quarreling. I got up and attached my ear to the door. The noise outside is expanding in my ears. "What do you want to do?" "What do you do with me!" Tears dripped on my cheeks, and with their fierce noise, tears flooded my eyes.

"Sister, my parents, how are they quarreling again?" A body rushed into my arms. I lowered my head and stroked his head. I whispered, "They are playing and writing homework." It’s a joke.” Then, my brother seemed to put down his heart and sit down at his desk to write homework. Looking at my brother's face seriously, I am grateful. Gently open them, keep a slit, and my eyes are filled with tears on my mother's seat at the end of the sofa. My mother's low sobs are coming into my ears from time to time, looking at the messy pictures in the living room, my The heart seems to be broken. My father and mother are far away, but they are closest to my room. I find it difficult to hide his tiredness in his eyes.

Forget the grass, forget those trivial things; forget the grass, stop the sorrow in your heart; forget the grass.

Recently, they have been quarreling because of family affairs. Every night, lying in the bed, I faintly heard their quarrel. Fortunately, my brother lived in my grandmother's house and didn't hear it. I listened quietly to their quarrel. Many times, I wanted to rush straight up and yell at them and stop arguing. However, in a blink of an eye, the children between the adults can't get in. I got up and went to the balcony, looking up at the stars in the vast sky. I was soaked in tears in my eyes, and I watched the night quietly, letting the tears flow freely.

In the quiet night, I stood at the window and looked at the dark night, worried about those troubles, and hoped to forget these unhappy things like forgetting the grass.

Forget the grass, forget the troubles.

The third day: light and clear