Xiaocai

Xiaocai

Wuhu Town, Zhang Guoxiao, a fourth-grade class, Li Wei, instructor Liang Lianzhu

Grass, though inconspicuous, they always have a vibrant look. Wherever they are, they will be full of life; grass, they never want to bow down in the storm, they always stand proudly when the storm comes, even I am already dying; Xiaocao, they are always harder after they have been hardened!

There is a meadow in front of my house, and whenever spring comes, it becomes alive. Sometimes, I accidentally step on their waists, but it always gets back.

Once, the raindrops of the beans were like broken pearls, falling from the sky, followed by lightning and thunder, and the wind was ruthlessly rolled up. I saw through the window that the grass was suffering in the storm and it seemed to be dying. But I firmly believe that they will definitely stand up again. The next day, it stood firm and strong, even though they still had crystal tears on their faces.

Another time, when my mother burned garbage, I burned the surrounding grass, black and black. I thought I could no longer see the green grass of love, and I still blame my mother. But in the spring of the second year, when the snow melted, they re-examined from the ground and dedicated us to a green meadow.

Although the grass is not as beautiful as flowers, it is not as tall and straight as Bo Yang, but he has the spirit of perseverance and tenacious vitality. "The wildfire is not burning, the spring breeze is born again." This is the true life of the grass. Portrayal!

Grass, I praise you!