I am a humble grass and I have been working hard all my life.

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, you can't germinate if you bury such deep soil." But I didn't notice. All I can think of is that I want to see the outside world.

Finally, many things happened and I rushed out of the soil. I saw the blue sky, heard the clear calls of birds and smelled the 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. Perhaps this is the dream of every grass.

But I'm so unlucky. I don't know who threw a cigarette butt. It was very hot, and a small fire broke out in the grass where I grew up. My body was burnt out, I was heartbroken, and all my efforts were 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 and not completely burned, I began to work hard again and tried to live again.

This is a new year. After the rain and spring breeze, I came back to life. Maybe everyone will think that I died last summer and it is too long to be reborn this spring, but sometimes our 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 flower laughed at me and said, "You'd better forget it. You want to grow into a big tree unless a miracle happens. " I was a little depressed when I heard what Hua said. Look at the big tree not far away. Can I really grow up like it? But I remembered the earthworm again. Didn't you say I couldn't germinate? But now I still rushed out of the soil. Thinking of this, my self-confidence increased little by little.

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 flowers in the grass, so she stepped on the grass and stepped on me. Looking at the little girl's bouncing back when picking small flowers, I think she must not know the pain in my heart. Only then did I know that I was so insignificant. Soil has become 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 like this and be depressed like this. I must work hard and try to 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 trampled.

That's it. 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 gained a new life. 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, and I will continue to work hard to become a big tree.

In the 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 think, maybe one day, I will be like it.