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一场春雨,浸润大地,散发出阵阵泥土的芳香。沉睡了一整个冬的我开始苏醒,本能的,应着春雨的召唤,萌发、汲水、破土、生长。我是一株草。穿着稚嫩的外套环望这个陌生的大千世界。我属于这里,但却微乎其微。我没有树的高大,没有花的艳丽,没有山的雄伟,没有鸟的自由。我只是一株草,一株随时都可能被大风吹垮的草,我不知道我能做什么。我讨厌我的渺小和脆弱,我想要变得挺拔,我想变成一棵树。
A spring rain, infiltration of the earth, emitting a burst of earth fragrance. I fell asleep for a whole winter, I began to wake up, instinctive, should spring summon, germination, water, ground, growth. I am a grass. Wearing a immature jacket look around this strange world. I belong here, but very little. I have no tall trees, no beautiful flowers, no majestic mountains, and no freedom of birds. I am just a grass, a grass that may be blown by winds at any moment, I do not know what I can do. I hate my insignificance and fragility, I want to become tall and straight, I want to become a tree.