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　　"No flowers, no trees, no one knows I is a tree grass......" Whenever I hear this song is the song, I will can't help humming. This is a song I very love song, gently sing it, I seem to see the green grass, look to the strong, unknown to the public small life. In the garden, in the garden, in the field, you can see the green, tender tender, scattered with its unique smell of grass. It is not bright brilliant flowers, tall and no trees, only to give it a little soil, it can stand. I love these humble grass. Spring girl feet just stepped out, the grass has to sneak into a small head, shook hands to greet the arrival of spring. Wait until the spring wind blowing, rain baptism, the grass is unable to hold oneself back to the earth mother of a green. Look, here is a piece of, there is a shiny, green, green, luring people, I couldn't help barefoot step up, soft, the exciting moment...... Hits two to roll in the above son, or a long run, very happy. Small grass, I bring is fun and happy mood. In the twinkling of an eye, hot summer season. The sun like a big ball of fire, as if to put all things on earth are cooked like. Roadside tree leaves drily hung, the mighty flowers Yan Yan to roll up the beautiful petals, only the grass, still standing it small body, as if holding a spear, and without a fight to the death of the sun. The sun is angry, turned, ordered the thunder electric mother to teach, suddenly, cloudy, -- lose one's temper, bean like big rain pouring down, hit the earth. Fear and trembling leaves feather