I am an ordinary little grass, but not the kind of grass that poets praise for its strength, its beautiful meaning, its representation or symbol, I am just an ordinary little grass, in a large grass, you cannot tell me, I am one of many grasses.
Like many grasses, I was brought to a land by the wind by the autumn, after a long wait in winter, I had countless spring dreams, survived the torture of the bitter wind and snow in winter, and ushered in the buds of spring.
I have no ambition, no desire to grow into a big tree, or even a small tree, I just want to blow a light wind in the sun, watch the sunrise and sunset, the clouds cirrus clouds, look at the wind and listen to the rain, of course, there will be wild storms, severe cold and heat, natural disasters and man-made disasters, but as any kind of creature is not to experience these?
All beings are equal, and all beings are suffering.
I am an ordinary little grass, just grow according to the growth trajectory of the grass, do not miss the first rays of sunlight of every sunrise, do not miss every night of the sea of stars, do not miss the spring wind, summer rain, autumn frost, winter snow.
Don't miss it...
Don't miss life.