Grass, still grass!
People, or people?
Lei Feng. 
The weeds on the side of the road, the dust that can not be wiped all over the body, should be the best in the traffic.
With an endless stream of tourists, is it fortunate or unfortunate to be able to survive in the cracks?
Those are the people who make him dirty, and those who think it's dirty.
It's just trying to survive as best it can, so what's wrong?
What if Heaven gave me another chance to choose?
Why doesn't it want to grow in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, out of the mud and not stained by people, who wants to be spurned by thousands of people?
The same is grass, one lush, one withered vicissitudes.
Although the essence is the same, the final outcome is difficult to match.
First in the form of a villain. Finish what you can't do.
and then in the danger of a gentleman, and angrily look at the suffering of others.
Hahahahaha......
Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered.
Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.
Ridiculously ......
The rose that leaned out of the wall was finally plucked and taken away, and after searching all the way, I found it in the rotten ditch by the roadside, perhaps he once thought it was a noble rose, so he hated the humble fence, and always fantasized that he could be kept in a high-end vase in the villa, and then poked his head out and showed it wantonly. But it doesn't know how many bouquets have been raised in the vase of the villa, more beautiful flowers than it, recalling the appearance of planting roses, it took a lot of thought, and also spent a lot of silver, so it was trampled by passers-by, played with it, and discarded at will, and now he wants to return to the branches in the garden, it is no longer possible, they all say that they want to go to a high place, but they also have to do what they can! )