Standing in the field, at a glance, full of glittering. It‘s not night. Where is the light like stars? It’s the primary ice and snow.

Yes, it is the law of nature that plants and trees wither and everything rises and falls. Now all things have ushered in their own spring. This season is the nirvana of all things.

Looking carefully, under the snow, there are tender green grass seedlings, all of which are competing for their own spring: they suck enough food, grow up recklessly, and want to accept the sun‘s kiss earlier. However, there are some sleepy seedlings who are reluctant to leave their comfortable hotbeds. Now they don’t find a latent crisis, but I find that their roots have been blistered by snowmelt.

Just like that seedling, we live in this lovely nature. Although we are not in the era of slash and burn cultivation, our destiny, like all things in the nature, is to reproduce and never stop.Now, the clock of life has pushed us to this green age. Like those seedlings, we are looking forward to the sunshine and the breeze. But it will cost a lot. At this time, we need to make decisions like seedlings.

As a matter of fact, we have lost the right to make decisions. The society does not allow us to give up, just like many creatures in nature. We have to grow.

Like seedlings, we must absorb the necessary nutrients, absorb all the fresh power, and strive to climb up. I‘m tired and tired in the middle, and I can’t give up. Otherwise, we will repeat the same mistakes and rot in our own comfortable and comfortable hotbeds.

We all envy the flowers that are too long on the high place, and we all envy the dandelions that fly far away. Now, we are determined that although the seedlings can‘t grow into towering trees, I can be the greenest and strongest one among all the herbs. Although the ink will never be as clear and transparent as the water, I want to make it write the most beautiful and powerful stroke. Yes, we are no longer envious, we can only work hard.

The grass in the wilderness, in this heavy book of nature, can’t even be regarded as a punctuation point, but on this grass, it shows the true meaning of too much life.

Today‘s growth needs a lot and will let us experience a lot. Although it’s very painful and hard, it‘s nothing. We are not afraid of it. Because in autumn, there are so many temptations waiting for us. The grass in the wilderness, let’s work together! It‘s spring when the snow has melted.