Only Mao Duoduo, facing the east wind, stretched out its blue petals.

The fields, beams and slopes are covered with grass roots.

No matter trampled by humans and animals, scorched by snow and lightning, clusters of young leaves still emerge from the solid ground, small and thin, weak and stubborn, smiling at the rising sun.

The hoe kept swinging, and the long roots of the ruler were dug out branch by branch. They were dark in color and scattered straight there.

They were packed into bundles and carried back, and they were struck continuously with a flail to remove the sticky sand and soil, and then they were torn into strips: the skin was as black as paint, containing the bags as clear as jade, and the yard was filled with grass roots.

of fragrance.

Take a core and put it in your mouth to chew. It has a light fragrance and a light sweetness.

In spring, grass roots are a delicacy for cattle and sheep, much more delicious than oat straw and autumn green.

The magic of grass roots is not here. Only in midsummer does its amazing vitality burst out.

The sun is scorching.

The meager dome is dotted with a few white clouds, sometimes with gray dogs and sometimes galloping horses.

Sitting quietly on the waist of the peak, looking around, you can see grass roots and round leaves. Countless flower stamens are blooming, just like pieces of purple silk. Carefully cut by an accomplished woman, they are extremely complex and exquisite, and are gorgeous and fragrant.

Intoxicated.

The wind blows by, and thousands of fan-shaped flower branches smile and dance gracefully, like Zhaojun's farewell to the Han Dynasty, slightly dizzy due to wine; Pan Fei Yaoji's auspicious steps grow lotuses; Chang'e is graceful and graceful, with wide sleeves fluttering.

The fresh mountain elixirs and the delicate dianthus are unwilling to be left alone. They also join the colorful clouds, leading the grasshoppers to leap, the wasps to buzz, and the pines and cypresses to rustle.

Looking as far as the eye can see, you can see the mountains of flowers and the sea of ??flowers, which are as beautiful as paintings and winding as screens, stretching endlessly into the distance.

Grassroots, humble and tough.

Thunder breaks through the mountains, showers wash away the mountains, but they are still so peaceful and at ease, crawling in the arms of Mother Earth, endlessly living.

Its leaves seem to be green all over the earth; its flowers seem to be red all over the world.

About the author: Gao Fugui, a native of Changzhi, Shanxi, is a native of Dai County. He graduated from the Chinese Department of Zhengzhou University and currently works at North China Mechanical and Electrical School.