It was born here and grew up here.
It is not half as beautiful as flowers, and not as tall as trees.
But it can grow wildly in the wilderness and still be high-spirited.
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As a sense of ritual before the beginning of the first class, yesterday I took Xiaobao out to look for food, and stopped by the park to see the saplings planted in the spring by the middle class.
I thought it was because I was forgetful, but after checking with my baby again and again, I realized that it was actually the weeds in the mountains playing hide and seek with us. The pile of weeds was about as tall as a child, and it completely covered the trail up the mountain.
Before today, it can be said that before I saw this messy but lush green, I was disdainful, even a little disgusted, with the haystacks and bushes on the roadside.
Just like the large Setaria that grew up in front of the neighbor's house across the road in the community because no one was cleaning it, it was clearly the best playmate in the summer of childhood. Now it only feels a little more deserted.
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If you can't climb the mountain, you can't see the saplings. I asked the children around me,
" I can't see the little tree today, will you be unhappy?"
"No, mom, the grasses have protected the little tree, and the little tree is sleeping inside. We will do it next time Let's look at it again."
Looking at this little person in front of me, my eyes turned red as I listened to the words she blurted out.
Weeds are not deep at all, their flowers and leaves are not beautiful, and they always stay in the corner where no one cares.
The wildfire will never burn out, but the spring breeze will blow it again. Whether it is a compliment or a mockery depends on your understanding. In short, in my view as an "adult", it always stands on the opposite side of beauty.
But in the hearts of children, they are the gods who protect the saplings.
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Then let the grass protect the same little you
When you were young, I hope you were it, bathing in the sunshine and growing wantonly.
When I was young, I hoped that you would be it, high-spirited and using dreams as horses.
When you become an adult, I hope you will still be the same person and be able to withstand the wind and rain in society.
May you grow wildly and eventually shine brightly.
——school season
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