The Prettiest Grass 最美的草

伍璽君

Its cold today. The wind hovers and hurts me like a knife. I hunch my neck and shoulders， trying to keep myself warm， but it does not work. The weather today is so bleak that I cant help but recall what happened at the end of a school day.

It is the day of announcing the result of the math test. I thought I certainly did well in the exam and couldnt wait to know the result. Finally， the bell rang and the school was over. The math teacher came into the classroom and said， “Now Im going to announce the result of the test.” The teacher called students name one by one， and I finally heard my name—with a cannot-be-lower score. What？ My eyes widely opened. It couldnt be. The test was quite important because it was related to the ranking of the whole grade， yet I failed it.

The wind blows me back to reality. I walk with a certain direction depressingly. I still need to reveal the scores to my mother. She is so looking forward to my test result， but how should I tell her about it？ Looking up at the sky， I dont see a single sign of sunshine. Heavy clouds block the view.

I walk back home with my head down， and in a daze， I seem to catch a glimpse of green. I stopped immediately， carefully looking for the green “figure”. In this season， in such a cold day， how can it be so green？ It must have been illusion...

—Now I see it. I run over there. It turns out to be a blade of grass. The grass just stays there， so small， so weak， so fragile. High wind would have killed it simply， and a not-so-heavy stone would have destroyed it. But it still grows steadily， making its existence known to this world. The grass brings a sense of light， warmth， hope to the gloomy surroundings.

I look up at the sky， again， taking a long breathe. Dark clouds scatter a little， and a beam of sunlight comes out， shining over the grass.

Suddenly Im relieved. Surely there are things in life that make you unhappy， depressed， or even desperate. It is I who care about the scores too much. It is I who do not want my mother to be disappointed. But I know my mother loves me， and she does not want to see me unhappy because of the test result. Life will always become better.

So I step forward to my way back home again.

今天很冷。寒風(fēng)呼呼地吹著，像刀子刮在我臉上一樣，生疼。我縮了縮脖子，聳起肩膀，試圖讓自己暖和一點，可是沒有用。今天的天氣是如此陰冷，我不禁回想起發(fā)生的那件事。

那天是公布數(shù)學(xué)考試成績的日子。我認為自己一定考得很好，迫不及待地想知道成績。終于，下課鈴響了，要放學(xué)了。數(shù)學(xué)老師走進教室：“現(xiàn)在我來宣布考試成績。老師一個一個地叫著同學(xué)的名字。終于，我聽到了自己的名字，以及一個創(chuàng)歷史新低的分數(shù)，什么？我瞪大了眼睛，怎么會？這次考試很重要，關(guān)系到全年級的排名，但我考砸了。

寒風(fēng)將我拉回現(xiàn)實。我沮喪地走在路上——我還是得告訴媽媽我的成績。她對我的成績很期待，這可怎么交代啊。抬頭望望天空，我看不見一縷陽光，厚重的烏云遮擋了陽光。

我耷拉著腦袋，朝著回家的方向走去，恍惚間似乎瞥見了一抹翠綠。我立即停下腳步，仔細地尋找著那翠綠的“身影”。在這個季節(jié)，在這么寒冷的天，還會有顏色那么翠綠的植物嗎？那肯定是我的幻覺吧。

——我發(fā)現(xiàn)它了。我跑過去。原來是一株小草。它艱難地挺立在那里。在這種環(huán)境下，它顯得那么渺小，那么脆弱。一陣大風(fēng)就可以斷了它的根，一顆稍大的石頭就可以將它壓壞?？墒撬廊徽驹谀抢铮B強地向自然昭示自己的存在。這株小草為周圍陰沉的環(huán)境帶來了一抹亮色，一絲溫暖，一點希望。

我又一次抬頭看著天空，長吁了一口氣。烏云已經(jīng)散去了些許，一束陽光透了出來，剛好照在這株小草身上，將它照得愈發(fā)通透翠綠。

我突然釋懷了。生活中總有一些事讓人不愉快、沮喪，甚至是絕望。是我自己太在意那個分數(shù)，是我自己不想令媽媽失望，但我知道媽媽愛我，她一定也不想看到我因為成績而一蹶不振。生活總是會變好的。

于是我重新踏上了回家的路。