Ordinary grass, the wind of the past, only try to survive......

—Epigraph

Could it be that today's life is too comfortable, and the hard years that were once hard and unforgettable have faded? Or is it that in the human shell, the rebellious soul is slowly returning to dust, waiting to perish......

one

The night crept into the curtains, and with a coldness, it gradually hit my heart. I put on an extra coat and continued to finish the book with dozens of pages left, "Alive".

The cold wind was raging, whirring through the window screens, like the sound of ghosts crying, teaching people terrible. The pages on the table were blown by the wind, mixed with the sound of falling leaves outside the window, and it was impossible to distinguish them. The waning moon was like ice, sprinkled with tiredness, decorating the window in front of me, lifeless. Just as I knew the ending, I was in a mixed mood, silent in the cold wind......

After a moment, I turned off the lights and fell asleep. In the silence of the night, only a cold heart remains, and it escapes into a nightmare in the ticking of the clock......

two

It was as if I had fallen into a dark and chaotic world, and I couldn't see anything around me. I staggered and hurried to find the light.

"Don't ...... Look for...... Finish! World...... It's the end of the world! There was a wheezing sound all around. I looked around for the source of the sound. I saw a faint dark green in front of me.

"You are?"

"I am a grass, a little grass that grows on this desolate hillside."

"Grass?" I couldn't help but sneer, oh", and was about to turn around and leave. I never thought it would stop me.

"A radius of hundreds of miles, deserted, where are you going?"

"I... I do not know... ”

"It's the end of the world, if you don't mind, before the storm comes, I'd like to make one last self-report."

I didn't know where to go, so I sat down and listened to it......

A few dogs barked outside the window. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and looked out the window to see a few stray dogs on the road, scrambling for the food they had just found — plastic bags dropped by passing cars, possibly as a late-night snack for drivers working overtime to earn some extra money.

I closed my sleepy eyes and prayed that dream would come again......

three

I drifted into a dream, shook for a moment, and came to a strange chaotic world again.

A faint voice spoke to me.

"I don't have a dazzling green coat, I don't have a refreshing and fragrant smell... Mixed between the rubble, the yellow protective color of my body and the color of the rock are imprinted together... I'm so inconspicuous ... Perhaps, I am the only grass left on this barren hillside. It slowly moved the gravel to its side, leaning on it, showing its old form.

It went on to say.

"It's deserted, but the wind is strong, and I think it's getting stronger these days," said it, looking around in horror, its eyes instantly filled with unease. It is as if waiting for a person.

For a moment, it recovered from its restlessness, but its teeth chattered.

It went on to say.

"If the wind whistling and rolling up the sand and dust, roaring, like the sound of a ghost crying, it is terrible...... My heart is also shouting - my former friends and relatives are all beside me, wrapped in green, and when the wind comes, they are all smiling with the spring breeze. However, since the fall of my distant relative, Uncle Oki, and the loss of my friends and relatives, I am lonely, and the feeling of emptiness has always been with me. Who is to blame for all this!? ”

"Human!" I uttered the word without thinking, gritting my teeth, forgetting that I was one of the human beings.

As he spoke, he burst into tears. I know, it doesn't want to die.

"That night I woke up from my dream, lightning streaked across the sky, sparks shone in the sky, and I thought my life was short! I swayed all over my body, I held my breath and closed my eyes, all I could do was pray silently in my heart. Pray for the dawn, pray for the sun. The last remaining tree next to me fell that night, but I was unharmed. He saved me......"

"And then?" I was deeply attracted by its story, a small grass has extraordinary deeds!

Somehow, I woke up from my dream again, and I hurriedly closed my sleepy eyes, and with a little sleepiness that was still there, I prayed again for the dream to come. Because, its story is not over......

shop

"From then on, I relied on my own will to endure one terrible rainy season after another. Just as I was relieving, the annoying wind was getting stronger, and the whirring sound was terrifying, especially at night, when it was pitch black, and I had nowhere to hide. “

"Like now?"

"That's right, sometimes, I'm very confused, why do I have to go through all kinds of devastation, desperately to live, and then think about it, if I don't have such a strong will, it is estimated that a little wind and rain is enough to kill me." It cried again.

"Then you're really a strong-willed grass!"

"When my grandfather was older, he said that he was rooted here all his life, born here, and will die here, and resurrect here. For generations, our ancestors have adhered to this beautiful planet and dedicated everything to the earth...... Perseverance is our life's mission. When my grandfather left, he was very safe and relaxed, and he completed a big thing with ease. I also know that I will have this day. “

"Don't be discouraged, the wind is up, and you have to live!"

"Alas! We make grass, green is the wealth we always adhere to, even if we sacrifice, we will not swerving until death. Hatefully, we are powerless to stop the robbers who have robbed us of this beautiful riches. What we can do is to keep a little more green in our lifetime and add more green to the earth......"

"That's right! Those bandits are so hateful, they don't understand your good intentions! "I gritted my teeth again, even though I knew in my heart that these robbers were human.

The dream was broken again, and I tried my best to put myself to sleep, but I couldn't, and I began to worry about the dying grass. I was in a hurry to cry, tired of crying, and slowly fell asleep.

five

"Can you hold on?" The grass is lodging and dying.

"We who make grass have always lived in the next life, and we are also thinking about being reborn in the coming year. Life and death are repeated, and there seems to be no end. It smiled wryly.

"We make grass, and our little life is insignificant in front of human beings, but in the whole earth, in the whole universe, we are trying to interpret life." I gently lifted it up with trembling hands. My heart immediately hung in the air.

It goes on and on.

"You have to understand that when we make grass, we must also work hard to live, not to steal life, but to stick to beautiful things with only possible strength."

As the rain began to fall, I looked around, sighed a few times, and closed my eyes silently.

The moment you close your eyes, there is a trace of green ................ that struggles