It was an early morning. I came to the grass in front of the door with a rabbit in my arms. I put it down gently. The moment I bent down, I saw a piece of grass, which was very inconspicuous. However, there is a small yellow flower on it.
I was surprised and took the grass home. I told my mother excitedly, and my mother looked at it and said to me seriously, "Do you know, son, every grass in the world will blossom?". Similarly, everyone, no matter how ordinary he is, will succeed as long as he works hard. "
Actually, isn't it? Just like Chen Sheng and Guangwu, who launched the uprising in Daze Township, both of them are mortal and have no so-called super powers. However, it was in their own beliefs that they launched the Daze Township Uprising and made history. They are like grass after grass. They stick to their beliefs and make their own efforts. In the end, they produced their own unique flowers, although the uprising ended in failure. However, this uprising left great wealth in history.
Let's take a look at the great men abroad. Edison once sold newspapers when he was eight or nine years old. However, that's it. He was a humble train newsboy. When he was thirteen years old, he had his first personal laboratory. He became a great inventor under such difficult conditions! Edison died in 65438 at the age of 84. However, so far no one can break his record of holding 1099 invention patents, and people call him the king of invention. He is the same, stick to his post and make his own efforts. In the end, he also achieved great success.
Isn't it? We should believe in ourselves and always tell ourselves that every grass will blossom and everyone is like a grass. As long as we can persist, we will be closer to success step by step and bloom our own unique flowers.
Every grass will blossom and every bird will fly. As long as we work hard, we will succeed.
Every kind of grass will blossom.
"There is no fragrance of flowers, no height of trees, I am an unknown grass." This is a song handed down by our ancestors, and every grass can sing it. When my mother gave me life, I knew my name was Xiaocao, but I didn't know what I looked like, because I was still young and had to sleep in my grandmother's arms. I grew up, full of strength, woke up, no longer bound, to break free and breathe fresh air. So, I straightened up and poked my head out of my grandmother's arms ... I saw a world completely different from when I was asleep. It's bright, I know, it's bright. I saw myself, wearing a green cutie. I also saw a green plant like me, but they had beautiful decorations on them.
"What is this?" I asked innocently.
"This is a flower!" They answered me happily.
"Grandma, how can I make a flower? How can I have my own name? "
"Silly child, which have blossomed! They are natural flowers! "
"No, we are not rooted in the same place? We are all your grandchildren! "
"But you are children of grass, and they are children of flowers!" I don't believe it. I want to blossom, I want to be able to blossom.
I am so obsessed with a mistake that I am doomed to be punished. The wind was blowing hard and I stood in pain. Even though I was knocked down many times because I was too weak, I finally stood up. So, I planted a rhizome, more leaves and stronger. Finally, the wind can no longer blow me down easily. However, the rain came, threatening, beating my body bit by bit, and it hurt. I am crying ...
"Give it up, son, don't suffer yourself ..." Grandma Earth said lovingly. No, tears are just grievances, not giving up. I am realizing my dream. I don't want to be an unknown grass. I will regard all obstacles as a ladder to progress! I change in tears ... even if it is difficult, I will not shrink back and give up. I took my fate into my own hands, and finally, my tears were no longer bitter. ...
Looking at the little white flower, I smiled ... "grandma land, I am blooming, I am blooming!" " "
"Children, flowers without fragrance are not really beautiful flowers."
My smile froze.
At this time, the Virgin Mary took Jesus to Egypt, saw my lost face and knew my story, so she put a purple robe on my flowers. In a flash, my white flowers turned purple, emitting the fragrance of dreams. The virgin said, "call it lavender, a flowering grass."
Purple flowers, the fragrance of dreams, everyone doesn't like lavender, beautiful grass from the inside out. ...
As long as you have a dream and bravely remove sores, the grass will bloom!