“没有花香,没有树高,我是一棵无人知道的小草。”动听的歌声萦绕在耳边,又勾起了我对小草的无限崇敬。有多少人赞美芬芳的桃花,有多少人赞颂傲骨的松树,又有多少人歌颂婀娜多姿的柳树,而我想为绿色的天使——小草唱一曲赞歌。小草虽然没有牡丹的富丽堂皇,没有茉莉花的清香,没有雨露 “There is no floral, no tree height, I am a no one knows the grass. ” The beautiful song linger in my ears, but also aroused my infinite respect for the grass. How many people praise the fragrant peach, how many people praise the pride of the pine trees, how many people praise the graceful willows, and I want to sing a hymn for the green angel - grass. Although there is no grass magnificent grass, no jasmine fragrance, no rain