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The Dance of the Grass |
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As I held the dancing grass my classmate gave me, I couldn't help but imagine
the graceful movements it would make if I kept it alive. Would it bring me good
luck like a four-leaf clover? But what if I failed to take care of it and it
died? Oh well, no rain, no rainbow! I'll do my best!
I carefully unpacked the grass and poured the soil-like medium into the box. The
skinny seeds didn't look promising, but I decided to try anyway. The seeds
needed the right temperature, moisture, and air to germinate, and I would give
them the best environment. Watering was crucial, not too much or too little.
Days passed, and my little grass was finally sprouting. The green leaves were a
joy to see. But only two out of five seeds germinated, and I felt disappointed.
Nevertheless, I encouraged the grass to grow tall and dance.
However, one day, I noticed that my grass had stopped growing and seemed
lethargic. Then I remembered that it needed fertilizer. I crushed the fertilizer
and buried it in the medium. Success!
But after some time, all the grass withered and died. I buried it in the soil
and apologized for my lack of experience. Perhaps nature could nourish it now.
Goodbye, my little grass! |
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