The night is getting deeper and deeper, the street lamps are getting clearer and clearer, and the mind is getting lonely. Wandering alone in the street, I don't know where to go. Everyone is heading for their destination, and I, with no beginning and no end, just wander aimlessly like a ghost.

Interference and noise are always the theme of this city. Everyone is busy for various reasons, and happiness and sadness will be vented on such a night. The deeper the night, the more the city shows its feast. This emptiness and boredom are more reflected in the prosperity of the city. Perhaps it is the night that makes us find ourselves disguised for a day, and perhaps we are the most real in the night.

In such a strange and familiar city, no one will care about a person's existence. I am just a crying grass. For a time that was once irretrievable, no one can feel the heartbreak of losing that moment, no one can feel the heartache of losing my love forever, and no one can see the real tears falling in my eyes. I seem to be beginning to feel the loneliness and indifference oozing from the depths of human nature. No one will accompany you forever, no matter how hard and sincere you are, even if there are more people around you, you are still the only one who will always accompany you in your heart, just like now, although I am so busy around me, I am so lonely. Liveliness belongs to others, and I haven't been contaminated at all? ! After all, I am a grass, a weeping grass.

I used to wander in the street like this, but my heart is not lonely, because my heart is full of waiting. I know someone will be busy waiting for me, and the excitement around me doesn't belong to me, but I don't care, because there are people worth waiting for in my heart. My waiting is not meaningless, and my waiting will have results. When you are still waiting in your heart, you are happy because you are still worried. When you care about a person and are also cared for, your heart is full. At that time, birds were the future of grass, and birds were the fantasy of grass. Although lonely, I will feel a kind of happiness, even if I complain more in my heart; Although lonely, it is also a kind of beauty. Everything is happy and joyful, because I have recent love and eternal love in my heart. ...

There is no waiting now, no one will appreciate my waiting, no one will understand my waiting, and I can't wait for anyone. Everything in the past will pass forever, but the present and the future will become even more bleak. The clock will not stop for anyone, and the good times will not stop forever because of my nostalgia. What is lost can never be found again, leaving only fragmentary memories.

If I don't know the result, maybe I will wait forever. If there is no result in waiting, maybe I will wait forever. Waiting for beauty is also a kind of beauty. If we wait for the result, no matter what the result is, we may not continue to have regrets and sorrows, but no matter what the result is, maybe I will walk slowly with this only memory and dream slowly. ...

Maybe God destined me to be a weeping grass. ...

Second, the lotus, nameless grass [prose]

2007-04-09 Zhejiang Online News Website

I planted a hibiscus in that small flowerpot. Furong grew up day by day and stood in front of my window, becoming the only scenery in front of my window. It is spreading branches and leaves, spreading roots. My little flowerpot can't build thicker soil for its growth. I gave the hibiscus to others.

Since then, every morning, I will sigh at the empty flowerpot in front of the window.

Soon, an innocent and unknown grass grew in the flowerpot, which thrived on the fertile soil in the flowerpot. ...

One morning, I opened the window and saw that the grass was full of new green and full of vitality. The leaves are dotted with a string of fluorescent dew, which makes my heart move: ah, how beautiful!

So, the grass got my acquiescence and grew in front of the window, becoming another new scenery in front of my window. Then, I don't care ...

And I, in the blooming season of hibiscus, picked hibiscus flowers and decorated my window. Suddenly, it shone brightly!

However, within a few days, the hibiscus withered. And the grass is more vibrant and beautiful! I can't help thinking. Suddenly I remembered a famous saying I read in a book: "Beauty does not lie in luxury, but more importantly, it comes from nature, not decoration."

Source: Zhejiang Online Author: Peng Hongjian Editor: Wang Weinuo

Third, convey the memory of grass.

It rained all night last night in order to convey the memory of a grass and a flower. Because in my dream, I don't know the size of the rain, its drifting direction and density.

It was an early morning in front of Tomb-Sweeping Day. I think the grass on mom and dad's grave should also sprout in the spring rain. It is believed that,

Grass is destined to go through the process from lush to yellow in front of their graves.

The graves of father and mother are 300 meters apart, and they are not on a hill. Separated by farmland and vegetable fields cultivated by mom and dad. The grass in front of the in-laws mother's grave is also separated by such a distance and cannot be approached.