草一棵革挤进一群草,山坡上便多了些许野风,你可以解读为不倦于江湖的行吟。我渴望静,习惯于一些小小的花草营造的无边无际的静。一些微小,或许仅仅是我的自以为是。我没有办法对一棵小草进行更有意义的诠释。在自然界中,它也是一个生命的主体。就像我,和你。夕阳已掠过山坡、小草和我。我们各自做着自己喜欢的事情。也许,我就是一棵独自摇曳的狗尾巴草, Grass a grass squeezed into a group of grass, there will be a little more wild wind on the hillside, you can read as tireless in the rivers and lakes of Yin. I long for quiet, accustomed to the immeasurable calm that some little flowers create. Some minor, perhaps only my self-righteousness. I have no way to interpret a grass more meaningfully. In nature, it is also a subject of life. Like me, and you. The setting sun has swept the hillsides, grass and me. We each do what we love. Perhaps, I was a swaying dog tail grass alone,