我常盘膝静坐在学校的草坪上,与小草交流。小草,你没有道劲的枝干,鲜艳的花朵;你不去依附他物向上攀缘以引人注目,在你眼里,绕树而上的紫藤绝不比自己高。你总是显得矮小,甚至有些柔弱,但你却绿得逼眼,生机勃勃。我总想轻轻地告诉你,感谢你,正是你,使我懂得了平平常常做人,追求独立行走的人生。小草,你会被暴风雨摧残,有时又被不文明的学生践踏,此时的我会怜爱地将你扶起,为你的断茎担 I often sitting cross-legged on the school lawn, and the grass exchange. Grass, you do not have strong branches, bright flowers; you do not cling to catch up with other things to attract attention, in your eyes, the Wisteria on the tree by no means higher than themselves. You are always short and even weak, but you are green and lively. I always want to gently tell you, thank you, it is you, so I know how to behave peacefully, the pursuit of independent walking life. Grass, you will be ravaged by the storm, and sometimes trampled by uncivilized students, this time I will love you up, for your broken stem