Oatmeal girl

The hot summer sun is burning, and the carbon roast burns the earth.

Under the sinister sun, in a piece of oatmeal, a small oatmeal pulls the earlobe and curls up in a listless manner. She seems to be unable to lift the spirit again, mourning the craving for heaven.

When the night fell, the darkness climbed up the forehead, and the evening wind blew the horn, ravaging the cold wind and invading the earth, as if to tear the whole oat grove, and the small oats could only tilt their bodies and squint their heads. After a long time, she couldn't help but cry out and felt as lonely and helpless as an abandoned child.

Mother Earth heard the crying, caressing the small oats, and asked with concern: "Child, how did one cry?" Little oats sobbed that she wanted to leave.

Little oats stayed here when they were born. They have never been to the outside world. She often listens to the birds flying in the sky and chats about the warmth of the south. I also admire the distant trees to enjoy the distant scenery that she longs for. There is no sun, there will not be such a bitter cold wind, and there will be no fear of drinking without water, you can play and chase freely... Mother of the earth says: "Children, you are not alone, the stars in the sky are trying to warmly Illuminate you, although they never talk, until the early morning, they turn into rain, reveal your eyes, moisturize your heart, and want to share their feelings with you one night. The moon fairy often goes to sleep and kisses. Your dreams. Perhaps you have never learned that there are many companions that are silent, and many blessings are silent."

Xiao Oasi said sadly: "Why should I suffer such pain? I don't know where my future is?" Mother Earth comforted, "Children, since we live in this world, there is value, even though you are temporarily I don't know, but one day you will believe that this world never treats us. Destiny has its own meaning. Since you have come to such a world, please fall in love with this kind of life."

Then Mother Earth talked about the past, when rice, wheat and oats were used together to find a home. Rice and wheat have chosen a vast and fertile land, while oats are heading north, when the oats are looking up at the barren northwest desert. She saw that some people still live here. She wanted me to be here, so she did not hesitate to settle down and raise a side to benefit the people here. Whenever she heard the child giggling, when she saw the old man's mouth blossoming, whenever she thought it would become the delicious taste that people wanted, and when she thought of having oats, people would become rich and healthy, and there would be no regrets.

She deeply loves this land and loves the people here. She is willing to take root in this land, always guarding her homeland and always dedicate her youth. This is the longest romantic companion of oatmeal, the warmest heart confession.

Maybe not have anything, but giving love is a reward. It is the mission and glory of the oat family to pass on love and pass on health.

"Child, you are the green elf of heaven. As long as you are on the right track, even if it is all the hardships! You never know those people who have been with us all the time, they are silently giving, giving, no regrets. I believe that after all, some people care, know and cherish. You see, there are many brothers and sisters around you who have grown up, and many brothers and sisters have entered thousands of households. One day, you will be like them."

"Children, no matter what happens, please be sure to love yourself, be strong and be good."

Therefore, small oats strive to do their own, let themselves shine brightly! In the distance, a strain of oats stands upright under the sun, not to be disturbed, not humble, not shining.