I am a grass, I am humble.

On this day, I finally saw the sun. My body broke free from the dark, damp soil, like a butterfly that broke through. At this moment, my heart is full of joy. The breeze licked my cheeks and made me feel fresh. The sunshine gave me food and made me energetic. I felt that life was full of meaning, and I danced happily, like the floating clouds, freely.

The environment I live in is very special. I live next to a vicissitude tree. I watched me break through the ground, just like my parents. I have never seen my parents. It seems that my birth was an accident, because when I was born, the old tree told me that my parents had already passed away. They didn't leave me anything particularly valuable, leaving me with only one body.

Despite this, I am still free to live. I watch the sunrise and sunset every day, bathing in the joy of the spring breeze. I never want to change my life, because now I only know how to be happy and how to be myself. Satisfied.

I often listen to the old tree telling stories to me. He said: This yard once lived a young and beautiful woman, who often snuggled under my feet in the afternoon. Then caress your ancestors and gently recites some sounds that I don't understand.

I asked the old tree: Why can't you understand what she said?

The old tree tells me that the human language is too complicated, just like human beings, it is invisible and unpredictable. Although I have lived for hundreds of years, I still can't understand it and I don't understand it.

I am very envious of the old tree, because his vitality is so strong, no matter how windy or rainy, he still stands in this place, never wavered. His insights envied me. His persistence made me admire. His words made me admire. Unfortunately, looking at him, I feel that I am missing something?

However, the old tree still makes me understand the truth: human beings are a group of mysterious and slightly exaggerated things. Although I will be degraded in my next life, I still abide by my family's vows. I am a grass, I am not humble.

The love of the old tree made me yearn and moved, and the vines that haunt him were the best proof. I think that the vine must cherish the old tree very much. Otherwise, why is her body exhausted, but she still has to be attached to the old tree? The old tree once said to me personally: My wife, Ivy, is my life. Even if she can't move now, even if she has lost her vitality, I still have to protect her like a patron, and not let her leave.

I learned this secret from the mouth of the old tree.

Years ago, the young and beautiful vines were married to the banyan tree, and the words of the parents’ media were not allowed to have a little room for manoeuvre. At the beginning, Ivy was not willing to talk to Eucalyptus, and even hated it. He felt that his appearance was too old, he did not have a bit of youthful vigor, and he did not know how to be romantic. He was not the type he liked, so he avoided the banyan tree. The banyan tree was quietly waiting at her side, not talking, only sheltering her from the wind and rain when it was raining, and the gentleness of the blue umbrella protected her favorite things. One day, Ivy fell in love with sunflowers and proposed a divorce to Eucalyptus. Eucalyptus only said one sentence: Falling in love with you is a destiny. If you want to leave, I will watch you here, watching you happy, I will be satisfied. Ivy suddenly felt that the banyan tree was so cute, but chose sunflower. Life with sunflowers, accompanied by sunshine every day, full of smiles, their smiles broke the long-lost silence in the yard, the surrounding flowers and plants are also in love, of course, this is a romantic and warm time, everyone is intoxicated Among the joys of celebration, only Eucalyptus is trying to absorb nutrients and thrive.

The storm is about to come, and the danger is coming to the yard step by step. The sunflowers are afraid that the attachment of the vine will make them unable to escape. So at a crucial moment, they abandoned the vine and discarded her on my ancestors. Qingteng was heartbroken, grief, and crouched on the ground. Without dependence, she felt embarrassed. When the storm came, the sunflower closed the door, and the vine looked at it, and the sunflower could not open the window.

Just as the ivy was to be attacked by the cold rain, the blue umbrella appeared again, accompanied by a whisper: vine, come back, cold outside. Ivy cried, no words.

The love of the old tree is what I expected, even though I have gradually lost my original passion.

I know how short my life is. When I greet the rising sun and sing the song of youth, I begin to feel a little tired and somewhat powerless. I feel that my survival is meaningless, although Dawn has given me endless hope, but I can only spend time silently here.

Until the day when I was getting older, the old tree told me a story: There is a flower called Bianhua flower. When she was in full bloom, she was very beautiful. She was praised as the most flowery, but she could not see it when she opened it. When you have your own leaves, you can't see the flowers when you have leaves. If you don't see each other, you will be wrong in your life. Therefore, it is said that this flower only opened in Huangquan, but it is the only scenery on Huangquan Road.

I admire her very much, because I know that I can never bloom beautiful flowers. My life is only two colors, green and yellow. Green is youth, and yellow is a broken year.

I feel a little sad, I feel that I am caught in a fear that I have never experienced before, and I can’t wait for it all day long. I remember that before I was born, in the dark, I didn't have more time to think about the things that bothered me and worried. The only thing I could do was to break through the shackles that black mud brought me, I didn't want to let myself fall into Permanent darkness. At that time, there was only one wish in my heart: I hope to see the sun, see the blue sky, and breathe in the fresh air.

But now, what am I thinking about? Is it just because I didn’t find my other half? Or is it because I didn’t realize my great ambitions in my short life? Perhaps it’s because my body is yellow. The cycle of fate is about to begin again.

The cold autumn wind swept the earth, I know that my body is no longer my own, I can no longer lift my proud head in the wind and sing in the wind. And I have been depressed for most of my life, but it seems to have no effect, and I have not got the answer I want. I finally know the meaning of life, not the pride and ambition of being born, but the result should be swallowed up. Plain, sloppy, but low-key, do what you can do, write your own true story.

I know that youth has been consumed by my own ignorance, and the years have also portrayed the most obvious mark on my body. The only thing I can do now is to greet the cold wind again, wiggle my yellow body, and dance with the old tree to dance the last dance in my life.

I am a grass, I am not humble.