when I was a seed buried in deep soil, I kept trying to germinate, because I wanted to see the outside world so much. Brother earthworm said to me, "forget it, it is impossible for you to germinate if you are buried in such deep soil." But I didn't pay attention to it. All I could think about was that I wanted to see the outside world.

finally, everything pays off, and I rushed out of the soil. I saw the blue sky, heard the clear calls of birds, and smelled the fragrance of flowers ... But this is not the end of my "grass life" (life). I still have to work hard. I will try to become a big tree. Maybe this is the dream of every grass.

But I was so unlucky. I don't know who threw a cigarette butt, and the weather was very hot, so a small fire broke out in the small grass where I grew up. My body was burnt up, and I was so sad and heartbroken that my efforts were all in vain. I don't know when the fire went out quietly, and the grass was a mess. Fortunately, because my roots were deeply rooted, they were not completely burned, so I began to work hard again to try to live again.

It's a new year. After being nourished by rain and cared by spring breeze, I am alive again. Maybe everyone will think that it is too long for me to die last summer and be reborn this spring, but sometimes we grass is like this, and only long-term efforts can bring good results. I will continue to work hard and grow into a big tree. After knowing my dream, a beautiful Hua Hudie laughed at me and said, "You'd better forget it. You want to grow into a big tree unless a miracle happens." When I heard Hua Hudie's words, I was a little depressed. Look at the big tree not far away. Can I really grow up like it? But I remembered earthworm again. Didn't it say that I couldn't germinate? But now I am still rushing out of the soil. Thinking of this, my self-confidence has increased bit by bit.

One day, I felt a burning heartache in my sleep and struggled to open my eyes. It turned out that a little girl wanted to pick small flowers in the grass, so she trampled on the grass and stepped on me. Looking at the little girl's jumping back when she picked the little flower, I think she must not know my heart pain. Only then did I know that I was so insignificant. The soil became my only support. I lay on the soft soil as if I had no strength to support my injured body. No, I can't indulge myself so much and get depressed like this. I must work hard and try to make myself erect this bent body again. I can't give up, I will redouble my efforts, try to live again, and then try to become a big tree. So I won't be stepped on.

In this way, I don't know how long it took. The wind blew gently and the rain moistened my wound. My injury gradually improved, I stood up straight again and got a new life again. This process made me recover from my loss. Perhaps no one will pay attention to the resurrection of a grass, but it will be the most precious to me, because every time is my most precious experience, I will continue to work hard and strive to become a big tree.

In the early morning, I was bathed in warm sunshine, covered with crystal dew, listening to the crisp songs of birds and looking up at the trees not far away. I thought, maybe one day, I will be like it.