【正文】 familiar. Some are like Huang Pinyuan’s “waves”. The song is rising, but some are mature. It is shaking people one after another, but it is a little lazy.　　This is spring, the feeling of spring, the song of spring. My pupil seems to light up, reflecting the world, a green!　　It’s dawn now, just like the spring of the four seasons. Past music, a cup of warm green tea, the city, the rain, the song of spring, so on.　　The cold wind in the world has just blown away, and the cold wind in the winter has just awakened all things. In my impression, spring is the most beautiful. It gently brushed your face, just like your mother stroking you.　　I came to the garden with my mother in the spring breeze. People can’t believe that grass grows here, tender, green and very lovely, but between flowers and grass, those gorgeous flowers seem to pete for the glory of grass. They are surprisingly beautiful. The tourists who came here seemed to see only the flowers peting to open, but not the tender and green grass. It’s like grass doesn’t exist at all. Different from others, I noticed this. Although I also appreciate flowers and their fragrance and beauty, I also appreciate the tenacious spirit of grass.　　Last year’s winter was so cold and lasting that people were reluctant to go to the streets. In the face of such winter, we couldn’t help fighting a cold war, not to mention the weak and helpless grass? But when people look forward to spring day and night, they still show their small heads and are more energetic than before. More vibrant. In one year, withers and thrives once each year lush grass on the plains of Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi, the Tang Dynasty poet, was born. The spring breeze was blowing again. In the distance, the old road was invaded by the Qing Dynasty. Then the sun was sent to the deserted city. It was sent to Wang Sun to go to the city. Is this a poem? Although the grass does not have the seductive charm of the sky or the charm of flowers, it is a kind of beauty in itself. This is not a pure beauty of appearance, but a kind of spiritual beauty hidden in itself. This spirit can not be reflected by all people the spirit of selfimprovement and perseverance. Grass is ordinary, but it has extraordinary years. In these extraordinary years, how many people know how many hardships are hidden in it, and how to drill tenaciously out of the ground to see the first ray of sunshine and smell the fresh air?　　People don’t need the tenacity of grass. Perseverance? Whether it is the blue sky or colorful flowers, in my eyes, grass is the most beautiful. I can’t help sighing: “the grass is also beautiful.”　　The spring breeze gently blows, gently blows, blows the earth green, wakes up the grass, and blows out vitality.　　The grass is lazily drilling out of the soil. It is thin and tender. It tastes the delicacy and warmth of the spring wind and enjoys the warmth of the bright sunshine in spring.　　Gradually, thousa