14 200 words in American.

It's grass yellow season again. Everywhere, the green mottles disappear, and only the dry light yellow gradually fills people's sight, which is the most flexible retroversion at the end of life.

I like to watch the fallen leaves fall on the hay. The red leaves and yellow stems are very bright and beautiful. Looking at them, I will think of the bleak glory when the sun sets slowly, and I will think of the white-haired old man walking hand in hand on the stone steps, calm and safe, that kind of warmth and touch.

After the first snowstorm in winter, they will disappear on the ground, return to the embrace of Mother Earth and rest in peace. Waiting, after a long wait, the first gentle call of the spring breeze will awaken all their descendants.

I like to see the beauty of grass green Jiang Nanan, and the bleak winter escapes with their little laughter. How tender is the new green stem? In the crevices, on the soil, they bravely stand tall, grow inch by inch in the cold wind and rain, dye the banks and the earth bit by bit, and weave exciting spring clothes under the blue sky and breeze.

How can you stand the lush grass? Gently touch with your hand, as delicate as a baby's skin. A little slip from the palm of your hand, and some tiny life rhythms pass from your hand to your heart. People can't help but sigh that such a delicate plant has such tenacious vitality. It takes the lead in responding to the spring breeze, attracting pink, bees and butterflies and beautiful spring.

I like to watch the grass grow in midsummer. Under the caress of the scorching sun, the grass releases all the good things in life. The endless green Yuan Ye sets off all kinds of blooming flowers, and the blue sky becomes lower in the field of vision, as if bending down close to the grass.

During this time, the grass is the biggest and softest new bed, tempting us to give our bodies to them very comfortably, without anxiety and trouble, and dreaming the most relaxing dream surrounded by the grass.

When we close our eyes, the grass in the sun surrounds our sense of smell. What a sweet and delicious fragrance it is. It is not strong with all kinds of flowers, but elegant with famous brand perfume. It is the smell of cooked rice, the smell in cow's milk, the original smell of nature, the taste of the earth and the embrace of mother.

Yes, grass, you are the main food for cattle, horses and sheep. Through them, you become white milk, delicious meat, warm fur, and rushing power, which holds up all ethnic groups and countries.

The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. Time flies, as if to see a generation of hero Genghis Khan, riding a whip, commanding thousands of troops, sweeping across Eurasia, invincible. Grass created an unprecedented hero on horseback.

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Flexible grass, what are you? Is it our countless humble and weak lives? We are ordinary grass people, but we can also describe spring, dress up the earth, unite weak lives, change the environment and create the world.

That familiar song sounded like a melody in my heart: no flowers/no trees/I'm an unknown grass/I'm never lonely/I'm never worried/You see my partners are all over the world. ...