小草,它的确很小,很弱,连一颗小小的露珠都能把它压弯,但它却很顽强。每年春天,它从石缝里、山崖上、道路边,悄悄地伸出不屈的脑袋,一天天长大,绿化着祖国的大地。小草并不起眼,但却一直受到人们的喜爱。古代诗人的“离离原上草,一岁一枯荣。野火烧不尽,春风吹又生”,赞颂了小草的顽强生命力。当代我国的边防战士常以小草自喻:“没有花香,没有树高,我是一棵无人知道的小草……”抒发着自信乐观的豪情。小草给予我最深的启迪,是在一次雨后。我家的院子里有一 The grass, it's really small and weak, can bend it with a tiny dew, but it's tenacious. Every spring, from the crevices, cliffs, and roadsides, it quietly extends its indomitable head and grows up day by day, greenerying the earth of the motherland. The grass is small but has always been loved by the people. The ancient poet “from the original grass, one year old withered. Wild fire, spring breeze again,” praised the grass's tenacious vitality. Contemporary border guards often use grass to describe themselves as “no flower, no tree height, and I am an unknown grass ...” to express confidence and optimism pride. Grass gave me the deepest inspiration, after a rain. There is one in my yard