Xiaocai

Some people like the white and innocent magnolia; some people like the charming and willow tree; some people like the delicate and fragrant peony; there are like tall and tall pines and cypresses, and I love the grass that is unknown. It doesn't have a sturdy body, no flamboyant posture, no scent, and it's so inconspicuous that it's not easy to notice. However, it is so extraordinary.

No flowers, no trees, I am a grass that no one knows! This really sang the voice of the grass. The grass is green and selflessly set off the flowers, letting the flowers go out of the limelight. Under the encouragement of the wind, the flowers are graceful, smiling, and open their hearts, exuding a strong fragrance. The floral smack gestures, muttering to himself, using the autumn wave to seduce the winged butterfly, and play the love of the flower. The grass is envious of the flowers and the flowers are around, helping, but not discouraged, thinking that the flowering period is short, and I have long accompanied the land, with a blue sky overhead, laughing at the four seasons. At the same time, the passionate grass gently dyes the green earth, silently accompanying the big tree, but never competes with the big tree for space. The petite gentleness is in love with the tall stalwart, and harmoniously beautifies the human world.

In the spring, the grass struggled to get rid of the bondage, desperately drilling the buds from the fields and awakening the sleeping earth. The grass is green, carrying a fresh, telling people the smell of spring.

In the summer, the greenness of the grass is faded by the wind and rain, and the delicate charm is gone, and it is much old. However, the grass has matured. Although there is no favored gaze, the grass still silently and painfully spits out the only remaining green, dotted with the earth.

In the autumn, the simple grass is also decorated with a dazzling golden coat in order to match the harvest, and it is in harmony with the golden rice ears and the plump red-faced stilts.

In the winter, the grass has gone through the wind and frost, and it is helpless. Although the grass does not have the arrogance of the frost and the snow like the pines and red plums, the grass is tenacious and patient. It will temporarily store the vitality, accumulate energy, and wait for the opportunity to regenerate.

The great character of Xiaocao is reminiscent of countless revolutionary martyrs who set up for the founding of New China and squandered the blood. They associate the soldiers who are peaceful for the country, the people living in peace, the top of the sun, and the people who are squatting. The mighty master of flood fighting and disaster relief with a trouser leg and sweat drenched the back of the garment. Are they not like the grass that is endless on the earth?

Is the spirit of the silent dedication of the grass not like the gardener who worked hard to cultivate the flowers of the motherland? The people's teachers used the knowledge of the agar to infuse the students and the students, but they were painstakingly because they stood on the stage and prepared lessons until late at night.

The ordinary character of the grass makes people think of the laborers and migrant workers who are obscured, hard-working, and selfless. They eat "potato cabbage" and fall asleep on the "wooden bed", but they use their old hands to build A beautiful high-rise building has provided a warm home for people; they are able to realize the university dream for their children's warmth, and venture to dig coal.

In fact, most of us are small grasses in the gardens of the motherland, and we are doing our jobs silently. It is the dedication of these thousands of workers that makes the country more prosperous and people live more well. It is inevitable that experts and scholars are important, but the evolution of scientific and technological achievements without ordinary laborers is also in vain. Therefore, the laborers like grass are equally important, the same great!

Grass, you are the embodiment of ordinary, silent, selfless. Without you, you can't show the beauty of flowers. Without you, you can't show the height of the tree. In the world between the heavens and the earth, you will show your greatness: you don’t have the pride of the pines, you don’t care about the poverty of the land, you don’t care about the trampling of the people, you are not afraid of the mountains, the stone seams are tall and straight, you Not afraid of the north wind whistling, "the wind and the wind know the grass", "wild fire can not burn the spring breeze and live!" bursting with the autumn wind, the wind is drizzling, gradually the grass is yellow. However, it does not want to beg people's pity, just grit your teeth, endure, endure... Every time, people may sigh: "Hey, grass is dead!" But in the second spring, you will Surprisingly found that the grass was struggling out of the soil. Start its challenging life again. "From the original grass, one year old and one glory." Although it will wither, but it has been brave and fiercely challenged the storm; even if it is ordinary, but it was wonderful.

First day: Muzi