Han Yu's famous sentence "The grass color is close but there is nothing", which is known to the world. But what I saw with my own eyes today is that "the grass is close and far away but there is nothing", at a glance, the grass slope is golden, there is no green, and when I look closer, the grass is green and green. Is Tang Shi wrong, or am I wrong?
In fact, there is nothing wrong with it, just because the grass that Han Yu and I saw was not the same grass. Grass is not the same as grass.
Han Yu walked on the heavenly street of the Tang Dynasty, and saw that the grass in early spring on the street seemed to be green, but in fact it was not green, maybe a little yellow and green shoots, maybe there were no shoots, but the old grass felt the spring and gave birth to the idea of returning to green.
Of course, they can't go back to green, but they will quickly pass the idea to the earth through the adult grass stalks, and wake up the sleeping grass buds. As the grass of the Tang Dynasty, there should be this experience, they spend their lives from spring to autumn, and then they stand on the grass stems on the earth, like an observer placed on the ground, specifically responsible for exploring the climate, once spring comes, it is necessary to transmit the message to the ground, otherwise, the spring breeze does not blow, it is a mistake for nature.
Now the grass in front of me has not yet grown, how can I take care of natural things? They are excellent employees who have been arranged by human beings in the name of nature, and they do not celebrate the grass according to the laws of nature, but are conscientious for the cause of human eyes.
They never grow to the height of the stems and heads, and if they grow a little taller, they will be cut off by the lawn mowers, and the grass that is green and vigorous will become dust in the blink of an eye.
Grass usually has one tendon, and they don't know what's going on, and they don't pay attention to what happens, they just blindly think about growing upwards, growing upwards, until they pluck the stems and head up, and the grass seeds are full, and then the merit is complete.
After being cut off, they grow again, undistracted and patient. Therefore, the grass on the lawn of the park, no matter when you look at it, is tender and green.
Their conscientiousness is not subjectively for the sake of human beings, but their nature is used by human beings. Humans feel guilty, so they put on a hat of honor with the words "conscientious and selfless dedication" written on it to show comfort.
Of course, the grass can't understand this honor, and the praise of the grass by human beings is mainly to soothe the guilt in their hearts and make their lives a little more comfortable. On this planet, only humans can comfort themselves so skillfully.
The sudden loss of green and the fact that the grass has become so golden is not a natural process of spring and autumn, but because of a sudden heavy snowfall some time ago. At that time, the lawn mower had just been beaten, and the new grass had only grown for a long time, and it was playing the appearance of spring grass for humans, green and tender, and suddenly the snow overturned, and the little young grass was not the original grassroots, they were all reborn after cutting a few stubbles, and the small body bones ** can bear it? As soon as the snow melted, all the greenery was taken away by the way, and the whole grassy slope suddenly turned very yellow, so yellow that there was no vitality at all.
The sun has been fine these days, and although spring has not yet come, the earth has warmed up, and some grass seeds left on the slope earlier can't wait to poke their heads out.
These new greens are obviously not the same kind as those golden yellows, those yellow grasses are slender leaves when they are tender and green, but these new green leaves are round, from the whole of this grassy slope, they are not regular employees, but temporary workers, weeds, I don't know when they were stuffed into what department of nature.
Obviously, there is no exchange of information between these greens and yellows, and these new greens have popped up without receiving the notice of the old yellow grass, and these old yellow grasses that have taken away all the greenery by a heavy snowfall have not expected the appearance of new green. The yellow ones are still stupidly yellow, the green ones are curiously green, the yellow ones are high, the green ones are low, and when you look at them from a distance, the green ones are all covered by the yellow ones.
It's all about grass, but because Han Yu and I are walking in different dynasties, we see different scenes. The grass seen by Han Yu is particularly lucky, not only making the poet's heart spring, but also being planted in poetry, relying on the nourishment of culture to keep it alive. Nowadays, the grass is rarely so lucky, and if you can't meet the poet who looks at the grass, you have lost your sense of spring, and if it weren't for a heavy snowfall, I'm afraid there would be no chance of yellow. Now that they are so unexpectedly yellow, so thorough, that they don't know how old they are, I am afraid that it will take a long time to recall the grass guides buried in the soil by their predecessors, and it will not be possible to start again until the next spring comes.
This golden slope, covered with the slender and stubborn tombstones of the grass, is not poetic in my eyes. I can't pretend to forget the truth that they died of a snow in their old age, and I can't tamper with the spring in Han Yu's heart. I know that this is because I am missing a poetic heart, but anyway, I still have a little emotion because of it, and they make me see that the fate that has been forcibly arranged cannot calmly experience a snow.
They made me understand that as a teacher, even if some students do not grow up to be what I want, I must not use a violent knife and saw to cut their will and forcibly repair their lives. What I need to do is to insist on giving them sunshine and wind and rain, and lead them to grow up bravely and grow into a real person. This is true for teachers, but why not for parents?