In spring, I like to search a rain day replica oakleys, go out to go outing in the grass color of qing qing in suburbs around. I and the morning mist up together. In the suburbs, feet flat little roadside (the lively the grass, as far ChunShan is down. You go forward, the dew on the grass, pointed to wet shoes, and wet your leg side. Left behind a once in a muddy footprints are clear and beautiful curve.

"Spring plants to the world know". Even if some grassroots up by thick mud tired, but spring a summons, the grass is still from underground rushed out and carry on the yellow soil slag; Tian dry from the sparrow fell on the grass, then suddenly fly out good far, return in mouth diao a blade of grass; By the spring rain washed grass, take you to a quiet and peaceful mood, the memory troubles have disappeared. The grass, in the spring, with its unique glamour attracted you of eyeball, warm hearts.

The grass is the most easy to remind people's memories and reminds you of the future daydream, arouse the bottom of all of that surge of power. In the grass, you looked at the Withers and glory, honor and the trace of dry, you know the grass of the sight no trees tall, no flowers heterosexuality, it is neither rare more not faint fragrance, but through the ages, praise the grass of the poems can be found everywhere. Don't believe it? I exist: "the tasty, lost its profusion", "moss marks on the green grass color, the order of shade of green", "spring do miscellaneous fang jehiel, and in the early summer deep", "the intention for the idle" and "pale green soft XiangYuan thicker, spring to nowhere not fuzzy", "thin grass shook his head and clothed with nong for a short block west wind", and historic sentence "wildfires burn grow again when the spring breeze blows"............. Aye, can't count, or praise the trouble, the recruit people jealous of grass.

Warming Yang turned over the horizon that way ShangLiang, touching the grass, quiet. You listen to, and the voice of the grass grow, weak, but power is, the firm up. Suddenly, I remembered the days of starving, mother took me to dig the roots. In the field, fresh and tender grass roots toward on the bamboo crates. One of the most beautiful flavour when pinus root, it contains a winter nutrients, accept snow moist, slowly ferment, can squeeze out sweet juice. The taste of the grassroots, today I still remember, is the mother church I try to the taste of life.

The spring of the grass, is not only a scenery, or a wipe wipe exciting color.

Sitting in warm sunshine of the grass, I think of that year of spring that you never walk alone. At that time, I am young and frivolous, isolation from reality. After you graduate from school lone striker south, has been couldn't find the right job, often motivate, see will stray street. When I sat slumped in the suburbs of grass, I see a tree when stones held press of grass, trying to grow, weak life incredibly can uncover stones, facing the sun. I removed the stones just know, grass roots in rocks for several curved turn below to find uncovered stone breakthrough. It has gone through many times the turning point of the pain to find direction? It is the darkness of the stones torture how long? What kind of strength let it not to give up his life? Must be light to guide it! I want to. Later dopie , I tried to stand up and, gathered pace, finally found a job of making a living. Oh, grass and so touching story of good.

Hear the zhu xi's ear in read poetry, "young easy old difficult, time is not a light. Not sleep ChunCao pond dream, order, has set up a file QiuSheng cross before". Can't help heart thumped, light tone inquiry of yourself, I'm old? If so, I'm more in the short life, keep making progress, cherish the time, for the future because not away your youth and remorse, not because liuliumowei wasted life.

I long to arose, and is also RiShangSanGan, the sun began to become the hot, the grass like fire in boiling.