Grass

Maybe you are in a lonely corner, maybe you are born in a brick wall that has been abandoned, maybe you don't have a gorgeous coat, maybe... you don't have a beautiful rose, no narcissus, but you have a long towering tree. The dream has a desire to be indelible. If you live without the beauty of flowers, you have a firm, unchanging belief that you will live tenaciously and contribute to people.

In the crack of the brick, a small seed is planted. Within a few days, you fill the hard brick and grow up. A small life is born. You start the journey of life and start to live. The belief, in the wind and rain, you stand proudly, in the sun, you strive to grow, after all, for one thing - live. As soon as you survive, you have completed a mission and you have been contributing. In the early spring, the light rain mixed with the snow took away the winter, the earth is still sleeping, the creature is still hibernating, and you, the grass, has exposed the small head, dancing under the warm air, adding infinite vitality to the spring. When the delicate flowers grow out of the buds, you have long been flourishing. In the midsummer, the flowers grow extraordinarily bright, but you, but already green grass, absorb carbon dioxide during the day, release oxygen, and gradually become your vocation. Other plants are hiding, and you are proud to stand up, only a little shade for the summer.

In the late autumn, you will wither away immediately, but you will try your best to contribute your last strength. Even if it is withered, turning into fertilizer will make the soil more fertile. Long winter, you take a break, and when the news of spring comes, you will start to contribute to the people. What a great grass! As long as life begins, it serves the people and is not noticed. I am moved by the spirit of selfless dedication to serve the people. I will learn from your selfless dedication and contribute to the people in the future.

Sixth grade: Sun Yuhan