James Cook

The grass said

High on the mountain there is a green grass, it sings happily every day, with the wind playing dance. One day, it had an idea -- I want to grow into a flower. My God, this slender green grass is dreaming of a flower, it should do? Worry makes it become listless, accidentally lowered his head to meet the land grandpa. The earth asked him, "Happy grass, why do you stop singing?" The grass said, "I want to grow into a flower so beautiful that it can be compared with the rainbow." Land grandpa smiled, "So it is so ah, have a dream, want to know how to achieve it?" The grass lowered its head again, "I only have green blood." The land opened its own body and said: "My body is very rich, iron can help your blood turn red, copper can help you turn blue, there are many, if you need to absorb it, can do something for your dream, I am very happy." The grass looked up: "Really? Thank you, Grandpa." "But there is one more important thing, which requires your own efforts until the flowers bloom," said the land. The grass opened his eager eyes: "What is it? I'm willing to work." The land grandpa slowly said: "Every morning, your body will have a night dew solidification, they take great pains to evaporate from a drop of ordinary water, liquefied to come, that process witnessed all the beautiful colors between heaven and earth, left in their memory, once the sun shines, these colors will emanate from the body of the dew. You try to absorb the colors, keep them in your memory, and come to a flower in the spring, understand?" The grass has already begun a wonderful fantasy, this is how magical! When the day is dark and bright, the grass wakes up. It notices that there is a crystal clear water on the body, but how can there be no color? Oh, the sun hasn't come up yet. The grass waited patiently, looking around at the lovely dew with pity. Slowly, the sun came out, it felt a ray of light, a twinkle, more beautiful than the rainbow. The grass intoxicated immersed in the light of the irradiation, the time passes so fast, for a while the sun up, the dew becomes small to disappear. Grass panic up: "land grandpa, you come quickly ah, small dew will disappear, how to do?" The land happily placed a little grass of the head: "little fool, they are not able to stand the sun, such as the light, they disappear. If you take good time and work hard every day, you will have beautiful flowers." The grass nodded vaguely. The next morning, the grass more cherish the little dew. It worked hard to absorb every ray of light from the dew, and filled its memory. A day passed, a week passed, a month passed... The grass suddenly found that his head grew a bud, is it the color in his body to establish a small warehouse? The breeze blows, the grass feels that they can not control these colors, they compete to send out, a petal, two petals, the bud slowly blossomed, look! In the large grass, the grass early out of a seven-color flower, more beautiful than the rainbow.