小草在哭泣

在我们村口的黄河路，路旁二排树木沐浴着春风，滋润着春雨，更显得生机勃勃，青翠欲滴，伴随着绿树的是树下令人心疼的小草。

In the Yellow River Road at the entrance of our village, two rows of trees beside the road are bathing in the spring wind, moistening the spring rain, even more vigorous and green, accompanied by the heartbreaking grass under the trees.

每当夜幕降临，华灯高照的时候，黄河路旁恨心的烧烤店店主，把桌椅摆到树下草地上，生意很红火。到店里消费的客人们，任意蹂踩着小草，并将骨头、田螺壳随意丢弃于草地上。月光淡淡，清风徐徐，他们惬意地喝酒聊天，却全然不顾脚下嫩嫩的小草已是伤痕累累，泪流满面。

When night comes and the lights are shining brightly, the owners of the hateful barbecue shop beside the Yellow River Road put their desks and chairs on the grass under the trees and the business is booming. The customers who come to the shop, trample on the grass at will, and discard the bones and snail shells on the grass at will. The moonlight is light and the wind is gentle. They drink and chat happily, but they don't care that the tender grass under their feet is full of scars and tears.

一阵夜风吹过，使人顿觉丝丝凉意，也使人仿佛听到小草哭泣的声音，路旁的树木也爱莫能助，也只有轻轻地摇头，苦恼地叹息。等到店主收摊，露水姑娘悄悄地爱抚着它们，滋润着它们，好像在为它们疗伤。而我们是不是也应该为小草做点什么。

A gust of night wind blows, which makes people feel cool. It also makes people seem to hear the weeping sound of grass. The trees beside the road can't help but shake their heads gently and sigh bitterly. When the owner closed the stall, the dew girl caressed them quietly, moistened them, as if to heal them. And should we do something for the grass.