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The Autumn Grass

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By BobBamPublished 2 years ago 5 min read
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At this moment, the garden is a field of autumn grass, autumn grass! Outside the gate, on the path that you walk, on the open space that is reflected in your eyes, on the land in the distance that enters the shadow in your mind with your eyes closed, is autumn grass! The grass of the season!

I remember one afternoon some days ago, a few craftsmen wearing gray clothes and straw hats pushed the lawn mower round and round through the garden, so the grass that had just passed the summer was neatly tended, and the ones that had stolen into the road were driven out of the way. The mowed grass tips were then cleaned up by the cleaners, and the original messy grass and messy road were all tidied up in spirit. Then, the air was filled with the aroma of autumn grass, gradually drifting away, mixed with the smell of gasoline left by the lawnmower.

Stepping out of the garden is the gate. Outside the gate, some of the autumn grass has deep roots in the mud cracks of the brick, can only be tended to one by one to pull out, not tended to the wall grass, with the wind down!

Autumn grass along the road outside the door to roam into the distance, with the footprints of people walking by. I don't know how many people have walked that big dirt road, where the autumn grass grows sparsely! With the rain poured over the mud puddles, some have been obliterated in the mud, few can proudly stick out the head of the leaves. But in the bifurcated path, grass to grow better, different roads, not the same general good!

What about the head of the field beside the road? The stacks of cereal grass cut from the roots are standing, and the ones that are standing are the ones that are still growing in the field after the heads are cut. In the dry land, there is no longer much grass, and what is left is the harvested or soon to be harvested crop grass. The yellow and thin ones are standing or lying.

On the edge of the field, on the edge of the land, many places do not see grass, is the crop man used herbicides, most of the half-year light will not grow much grass. The grass that is easy to kill dies in the soil, so the grass that is difficult to remove by medicine begins to slowly flood. This season, the land is slowly made up of black and yellow and black and yellow. In some places, there is no more autumn grass, the soil began to sand, and in some places because of the rapid rain overnight appeared collapse.

There is no medicine at the foot of the field, growing fishy grass, a cluster of a piece, proudly tilting its head and blooming!

A little further away is the grass of the mountains. The place with few trees, the weeds have been intact to cover the road, the place with many trees because of the lushness of the trees Yu, see no light and drink no water autumn grass can only sparse and tenacious twisted growth, dead or even only left once long roots of the hollow.

More distant, is more distant between the mountains and water, more distant places of autumn grass, distant to the grasslands, distant to the plateau, distant to the human more rare place. All the autumn grasses are rooted in their place, experiencing this story of almost a year, growing into the autumn grass of today!

Generally from spring, this grass and that grass start to show the vitality after spending that winter depression, spreading a little to decorate the earth. Then after experiencing the prosperity of summer, come this autumn begins to decay and decay!

From the garden, after the grooming of the autumn grass, poetic derivation to all the autumn grass in faraway places, where you can always occasionally encounter a few blooming flowers, yellow, white, red, in the occasional sunlight, matted with early morning dew did not dissipate, standing alone or standing alone in the ten thousand clumps of gradually yellowing grass, to taste the bitter time of the years, to show their own flawless, sweet as syrup character, they The butterflies kissed the flowers and sang the song Butterfly Loves Flowers on the autumn grass!

Butterflies love flowers! Butterflies love flowers! --Look, look, that's the flower of the autumn grass!

Look, the autumn grass! It has been trampled from spring to autumn, and although it is about to finish the story of the year, it still has the determination to take root in the stiff soil and face the sun.

Look at the autumn grass! It is groomed to gain the so-called appreciation in people's eyes, to emit the strong fragrance of grass, to absorb the sustenance of the earth!

Look at the autumn grass! Never able to control its own destiny, but in this season to prove its naughty struggle, hanging its head and still growing upwards!

Look at the autumn grass! It can't control its own destiny, and when the storm comes, it flutters with it, but it remains rooted in the soil, showing the fragility and tenacity of life!

Autumn grass, no more dreams! Repeatedly growing year after year, to the front of withering and final depression, to give some survival soil but still crazy! Where is the dream, there is no dream - it only knows to kiss the earth to taste the soil.

Remember when you were a child? You open your eyes, I open my eyes, humming "Little Grass", Chuan playfully stepping on the long and scattered diffuse yellow autumn grass!

This yellowing to the distant sky, so distant that you can drift to the farthest place with your eyes closed, with the colder and colder day! With the slow time, you can look at the autumn grass and think about your heart, your humanity and your favorite people! As if you have tasted the world's pain and suffering, but forgot to face the harsher cold winter, will be when the last of the autumn grass to wear off the anger, to get the story of the next year!

Autumn grass, is the fate of grass, is the grass through this season should have the name! Your seemingly soft heart is also a spicy heart - spicy to my heart!

Gentle, tough, lonely, and striving ...... Autumn grass with love!

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