Hello everyone, I am a small grass. I grow under a big tree. The big tree protects me from wind and rain. I think I should be happy. I don't have a name, and the grass shouldn't have a name, because there are many grasses under the tree, and no one has a name, so I don't have a name either.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons alternate, I am under the tree, I can see the blue sky, I can feel the cool breeze, and the sunshine that occasionally shines on me.
I asked the grass beside me: "After looking at the scenery here for a long time, what do you think the scenery outside is like?"
However, no Xiaocao immediately answered my question. The grasshoppers were saying something here and there, but I only got a piece of silence that belonged to me...
I have always been a grass, and I can only be a grass.
Purpose: Self-salvation