Cheer for the dancing weak grass

Every man is a grass, small enough to be ignored by a great tree; every man is a piece of heaven, so sublime that he can be looked up at by little grass. In the vast sea of grass units, calling the wind and rain is the privilege of the big tree, submission and obedience seem to be the choice of most grasses, and it is difficult to be a maverick grass. It is difficult and does not mean that you can give up, because the sun is everyone's, and the air is everyone's. The tree can be greedy, but it cannot deprive the grass of its freedom to breathe and embrace the sun. So, the grass stubbornly grew wildly. Cheer for yourself, but also for the grasses that are just as small but not humble.