When I got up in the morning, a song floated out of the window: "The grass beside the Qingqing River grows old, wildfire never quite consumes them, and the wind and rain can't blow it down. The grass along the Qingqing River stretches to the cape, and the road to the cape is endless. The lovesickness is over. The grass along the Qingqing River is not old. In wildfire never quite consumes them, the wind and rain can't blow down. The grass along the Qingqing River stretches to the cape, and the road to the cape is endless. No matter whether it is spring and summer or autumn and winter, it is as green as good. No matter whether it is north and south or west and east, I hope it will last forever. " After listening to this song, I think of the green grass that grows in my hometown countryside. They grow on mountains, valleys, under big trees, beside paddy fields, along mountain roads, and all over the mountains and slopes. They are all green grass that I can't see at a glance, tall, short, thick and thin. Standing at the top of the mountain, I look down, as if it were a faint green satin, more like a place full of poetry.
I think of the mosquito weed in Yuan Ye, my hometown. In late summer and early autumn, this mosquito weed grows in clusters in the mountains, slender and half a person's height. The summer night in my hometown is terribly hot, and the tiles on the roof are scorched by the sun from morning till night in broad daylight, and the dazzling heat wave covers the whole house. At night, the family can't wait to sit in the courtyard dam outside the house to enjoy the cool air. A few long-legged mosquitoes fly in from time to time in the cold night wind. In order to drive away the mosquito bites, the hometown people cut the mosquito grass back, spread it in the courtyard dam to dry, and then tied it into handfuls. When it is lit, the smoke rises without glare and makes people happy. That night, the mosquitoes smell the smoke and flee. Late at night, my hometown people moved a bamboo bed and put it in the courtyard dam. They spent the night outside. As soon as they lay down, they fell asleep and slept until dawn. Man and grass are so close.
cattle and sheep are seen at the trouble in my hometown. There is a proverb in my hometown: sheep can't have enough grass and sheep. In my impression, sheep eat a thousand grasses and a hundred herbs. The grass they eat is as delicious as bitter, sour, spicy and salty, and they are busy in the green grass, and they win the favor and joy of the shepherd by eating round grass. Just like people in my hometown, it is inevitable that people will encounter ups and downs, ups and downs, ups and downs, joys and sorrows, separation of life and death, being rich and poor, but they can all face it calmly, be as confident as grass, live like grass, and firmly believe that the days in the mountains will be smooth when there are bumps, and there will be sunshine when there is a wooden bridge. There will be rewards if you pay, and there will be gains if you work hard. There is no need to complain about what you have lost. We should rejoice in the rising sun in Ran Ran in the morning, and don't regret the lost yesterday. The key is to grasp today and tomorrow, and see the rainbow after the rain clears.
I also think of the hairy grass on the hillside of my hometown, like the reeds beside Dongting Lake. Every spring, when the earth recovers, the grass grows unconsciously. Overnight, the buds appear, and when I look far away, it is yellow and green, but I can't see it when I come near. After a week, it turns from yellow to dark green, standing like an arrow, and a gust of wind blows. In the midsummer season, the crotongrass grows twice as tall as people. Every crotongrass is bright green from the stem to the leaves, and the green is shining, and every tender leaf drops water. Where the wind blows, the clumps of grass are dancing with the wind, and there are green ripples, like a green ocean.
I also think of a person who is like grass in my hometown. Every time I see him, I will always see him infatuated with green grass, infatuated with green grass, and regard himself as the look and concentration of green grass.
He often said: Grass, no matter what its strengths are, is miscellaneous, chaotic and wild. It plays an ordinary life. Even if people who ignore it walk by and trample on it, they don't resent it. It won't take long for a small body to come back to life. Even if it's hurt, it won't lose its true colors. No matter whether others respect it or not, it keeps its own way of life, still green, and even has some persistence. The more people step on themselves, the more they want to be green.
he was born in a mountain village and grew up in the place where the smell of grass is the strongest. When he was young, he followed his old father to learn an ancestral secret recipe for treating rheumatic falls and injuries and treating farm cattle with herbs. He came and went in the wind and rain, braved the scorching heat, climbed mountains and waded around to collect herbs and walked in the fields at the head of the village. Although they all live in poverty, they can stand in that difficult time like grass. After decades of medical practice, there are countless doctors and cows. He said that a person's life is sometimes worse than a grass, and the grass can go to come and go with every season, but a person's life is only once and never comes back. Others can't understand, or they can't always do it if they do. As a herbalist, he must understand and do it, put other people's lives in his own heart, and treat other people's illnesses like herbs in exchange for the hope and vitality of other people's lives.
In his heart, he is a grass-roots man. No matter where he was born and where he grew up, no matter what others think of him, no matter how the years are shaky, he lives with grass's mind, not only retaining a persistence and strength for himself, but also paving the way for others' lives. He is willing to grow in a low place, but will never lose a noble heart.
Someone once advised him that with your medical skill and reputation, you can set up a stall in the market or open a clinic in the county, and maybe you can make a small fortune. He smiled faintly: money is not brought when it is born, but when it dies, it is used in Qian Duoduo, and it is used less. If money is taken too seriously, human feelings will fade ...
The green grass in my hometown has taught me a lot, and there are many well-known and unknown grasses, which also have touching stories and inestimable values and functions. Just like people in the world, they are more unknown all their lives, yes.