Prose "A Grass by the Roadside"

When I saw this grass, I took the train all day and night to watch it get into the cave again. It grows in the gap outlined by cement and sand in front of the cave. Not tall or short, about ten centimeters, the color is green, but not delicate. The surrounding trapezoidal concrete wall is clean, and there is no other grass and grass vegetation.

I don't know what its name is or what branch it belongs to. The nameless grass is printed in the heart and grows in the eyes. Its roots are rooted in the cracks in the stone, so it stubbornly entered my mind and swayed in front of my eyes for a long time.

Along the way, there are thousands of plants, thousands of species, thousands of weather and thousands of people on the roadside, and the only thing that enters my heart is such a plain grass. Perhaps this is the interpretation of the fate of hot words: looking in the crowd, at first glance, the grass is scattered by the hole.

It is lonely and independent, completely ignoring the strong wind and cold rain brought by fast trains. Therefore, it maintains its firmness and strength with a solid rhizome, a solid head and a posture of meeting challenges.

It is not uncommon for grass to grow on the stone wall in the cracks. Isn't the green mountains and green waters the result of deep roots and lush foliage? Every seed should be praised. They will germinate where there is soil and grow where they can grow. What impressed me deeply was the tenacity of life, far from this grassland, but my life in the desert and Gobi desert in the arid environment of northwest China where I grew up. What is that environment! Drought, sandstorm, salinity, hot as fire in summer and cold as ice in winter. You know that I am bored to the extreme in the long Gobi, lost to the extreme, and my eyes are indifferent. How did you suddenly burst into tears when you met three elms that were more than one person tall? Don't say my tears are too low. If it's you, you're from Jiangnan, you're along the river and along the coast, and you've walked six or seven hundred kilometers through the lonely Huangsha Gobi. After you are thirsty and desolate, you suddenly see some green trees in a lifeless place, which are covered with all kinds of Hadas of Mongolian brothers. If you are not moved, it only means that you have been petrified-you have been moved too much. At the right time and place, you will be shocked by every life. A fly that is usually annoying, a dung beetles that is usually disgusting, and a lifeless thorn that just emerged from the ground will all become so cute. Because they are the life in the forbidden area, it is really not easy for them to live!

This kind of grass lives in Qinba Mountain area, and the environment is much better than the Gobi Desert, so don't touch it. There is no shortage of water here, there are people here (at least there will be trains passing by), rain or shine here, and rain and snow here are mild. Its living is not a concept at all with the life living in the scorching sun barbecue in the Gobi in summer when the temperature is as high as forty or fifty degrees.

However, this is not easy. It stands alone in the gap in front of the cave wall. It is torn by the strong wind of the train and dragged by the rain every day. It has no dependence, and can only stand tenaciously alone with the belief of living. Yes, I watched it stand upright, not competing with the vegetation on the cliff, and struggling upward, as long as it was so high. Yes, I watched it sway with the wind, held its breath, stood steadily, and didn't go with the flow. It shows no envy for a car full of passengers.

I heard it say, they're gone. Send a car full of people safely, full of tears. It says, here they come. It looked at the two bright eyes of the train from a distance. It likes all the forms it has been to, and doesn't like every shot it sends away. It looked up and there were countless brothers and sisters there. They are children of the same mother and have gone different ways. Some stand on the mountain peaks and grow proudly, some wander in the valley and exist dejectedly, and some walk on the hillside at will. Everyone is far away from it, enjoying the excitement that it can't enjoy. Compared with its loneliness and helplessness, they can all find their own happy things. After experiencing loss, loneliness and depression, it suddenly found its own uniqueness one morning and suddenly felt relieved.

Every life should look like live high and have a unique personality, so as not to waste a walk in the world. It said to the cuckoo wandering around.

If everyone's life is similar, you can't find yourself. It said to a flock of geese flying overhead.

Who are you? Which one of you lived to be who? It said to people passing by the train more than once. It's just that no one can hear it and few people can see it.

What is a loss? I said that others didn't hear me, but my feelings weren't heard.

Loss will soon become a self-motivated motivation. Live as yourself, why look at other people's glances!

Relieving is a beauty agent. After spring and summer, the grass is solid, mature and brilliant. You see, you see this flag rising above its head. It is a yellow flower, its brilliance, its painstaking efforts, its greatness and its belief.

A bee came and sucked into its flower heart. It tastes completely different from other buds in natural sweetness. When he left, he smacked his lips and didn't finish: this is the really refreshing taste.

What is that smell? Only bees know. At the moment, there is a tune coming from the valley, familiar and moving:

No flowers, no trees.

I am a nameless grass.

I have fragrance, and I have strength.

A heart drifting with the wind is a free drift.

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Spring breeze, spring breeze, you blow me green.

Sunshine, sunshine, you shine on me.

I am a strong grass.

Mother held me in her arms, earth.

I seldom hug the sea.

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I finally understand why this grass will touch me. From this grassland, I once again saw the power of roots, the power of the earth and the power of faith. I seem to see the dream of the grass: where the sun is shining, where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, where it is comfortable and chic. ...

Old songs reverberate in mountains, slopes, valleys and water for a long time. Only then did I know that this grass is a demon grass, and it was planted in my heart at a glance. ...

July 5, 2065 438+07