Ordinary and happy
I am a seed, the hope that Buddha gave to the earth. I can live in this dark underground for a year. I only have earthworm brother by my side. He helps me loosen the soil every day and tells me many interesting things about him. Much as I am grateful to him, I don't like living underground. I asked Brother Earthworm what it was like on the ground, and he said he had never seen it, because he had no eyes. In order not to make him sad, I have to put this topic down for a while, but I am still very anxious and looking forward to seeing the world on the spot.
The fifth day mood: exciting weather: sunny
I sprouted! I was shaking with joy, which made Uncle Mud tell me to be careful. Seeing his cautious and nervous appearance, I was both funny and moved. Uncle Mud, I will always remember your kindness. Uncle Mud looked at me with excitement and told me that I must work hard to grow up. I said don't worry, I will have beautiful flowers, and you will give me a gift then! Uncle Clay wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. Although I was curious, I didn't ask much.
Day 10 mood: blue weather: cloudy with light rain
I am sad, I am not a flower, I am just a grass, a grass that can be seen everywhere but no one praises me. Look at my green from head to toe, no one will care. I cried, and the sisters around me came forward to comfort me: "There is nothing wrong with being a grass! It's no use being sad again. Why don't you live with us and be happy every day? " Uncle Mud is old. He stroked my head and told me that he knew I was grass. I suddenly stopped talking angrily-since I knew I was not a flower, why didn't you tell me so that I could see hope and despair? Uncle didn't speak and looked a little hurt. I know it was my fault. Hey! But they don't know what I think and don't look at other people's butterfly fairies. She only cares about flowers. If I am a grass all my life, how can I get her green T?
Day 30 mood: sad weather: cloudy with light rain.
After a long time, I was still a grass, and I gave up completely. I can't blossom, so my temper is getting worse and worse. They are all afraid that I will be angry, because when I am angry, I will hurt myself severely and hit my compatriots nearby. They all say I'm crazy. Yes, I'm crazy. I blame the Buddha: since I can't make a flower, why don't you leave me on earth? I might as well die. At this time, the Buddha came. He asked me, "Do you really want to be a flower?" I nodded desperately for fear that the Buddha would regret it. The Buddha sighed and waved: "Go ahead, everything has a destiny. Do the grass you want!" " "I was torn off by a sudden wind, and the terrible pain made me black at the moment, and I fell down.
The twentieth day after birth: the weather is pleasant: the sun is shining high.
Buddha really didn't lie to me. I have become a flower or a peony in my life. Hahaha, I'm Kao! Look at my swaying white skirt, the rich fragrance of flowers, and the dancing of the butterfly fairy. It is really "the national color is full of wine, and the clothes are dyed at night." All the other flowers bowed to me. I dress up every day, fluttering in the wind during the day, dancing, listening to the sound of praise, and humming in the moonlight at night. Insects were intoxicated by my sounds of nature. They just stopped and forgot to sing ... looking down at the grass around them, they felt lucky. But I found their eyes full of happiness. I couldn't help wondering, so I quietly lowered my head and asked the thinnest grass when there was no one around: "Why don't you ever complain?" He smiled and told me: "I am ordinary, but I also have my own role!" " Don't humans often say' red flowers need green leaves'? Besides, we have so many brothers and sisters, how nice it is for us to sing, dance and play together! "Then he paused." Aren't you lonely? "I was silent. Indeed, although all the companions around me praised me, I knew it was because of my beautiful appearance. And since I became a flower, none of my friends have told me the truth. Is this life really happy? I asked myself this question, but I couldn't answer it.
Day 30 mood: suddenly realize the weather: unbearable heat.
I think my life is coming to an end. This damn sun is so poisonous that I'm dying of thirst and haven't caught my breath yet. Look down at yourself, the petals are wrinkled because of lack of water, as ugly as the wrinkles on a woman's face in her twilight years. Once again, I forgot those still vibrant grasses around me, and suddenly I found how beautiful green is! I began to regret it. Why should I let Buddha turn himself into a flower? But I can only endure the drought, and the Buddha will not come again.
The first day after rebirth: calm weather: unknown
The dog days finally died, and the withered flowers could not see the beauty of the past. The moment my soul was pulled out of my body, I remembered the kind voice of the Buddha: "Son, have you figured it out?" I nodded heavily. When I woke up, I was a grass seed again. But this time I am very happy. I know: in this life, even the rest of my life, I will try to make the ordinary great, because the ordinary also has happiness.