Book About Grass 소설 & 이야기

“Everyone is really happy about this spirited grass. What does it do though? Are its benefit truly amazing?” “Of course, it’s amazing! It’s arduous and hard to find spirited grass, which makes it extremely rare. These spirited grasses not only have to grow in a place with a high density of spiritual energy, but the age is important, too. The older the age of the spirited grass, the rarer and the better it is!”

Like a secret, walled-off pocket of calm. We continue across the patio and down a short set of stone steps, and suddenly the scenery opens up even more. Acres—and I mean acres—of perfectly cut grass spread in every direction. It’s obviously not just for show. These are sparring fields. Shifting space. A battlefield dressed in green velvet. The grass is thick and soft. It’ll cushion a fall better than some I’ve trained on—but not enough to make anything comfortable. It’s still going to hurt like hell when I get thrown into it, which I assume is happening soon.

The vivid green grasses were scattered on the ground, and this place has the freshest air ever. I breathe heavily, letting the oxygen pump inside my lungs. The ground was clean and I sat near the river, leaning my back on the bark of the tree. My back tends to ache when I don’t have something to lean on. That’s why in my life, I tend to lean on my brothers. I pulled the book from my tote bag. Before I open it from where the bookmark was placed, I gulped water to refresh myself. Then I started reading. …

I woke up when the road got bumpy. I looked out and saw some sheep, cattle, and goats grazing on the open meadows. Grasses are greener in these pastures. Some of the animals raised their head to look at the car passing by their land. They look at us like some alien invaders trespassing on their peace.

These and many other sounds merge into a soothing melody that calms her ears. The green grass is a musty carpet. Perhaps the most pleasant smell on the grass is the smell of an approaching storm. She often found solace in the rhythmic rustle of raindrops and the wonderful redolence of life-giving rain. It seems that the fragrance of grass is a tangible object that you can see, feel and touch. The breeze blowing across the grass was full of many different smells. The yellow wildflowers smelled like a box of rich dark chocolate.

"You didn't use cheats, did you?" Are you kidding me? I never play games with cheats. Are you insulting my intelligence? Zion's disdainful gaze was a great blow to Henry. Mango and Nathaniel didn't know about Zion's situation. Both of them paid their respects to the people there and then began to search for the blue nymph grass. Do you know what blue nymph grass is? What does it look like? Has Nanny Zhang ever mentioned it? "She mentioned something. I have to look for it carefully. Nanny Zhang said that this kind of grass grows on the edges of damp graves, so we have to pay attention to it."

Amora The grass lookedsoft when I knelt down, but in actuality, it’s prickly as fuck against my bare legs. On the bright side, if I focus on the sandpaper-like roughness beneath me, I can somewhat ignore the way the rest of me feels right now.

he continued away from the riverbank and through the trees, the foliage changing underfoot from rich, moist compost to clumps of tough, reedy grasses. These grasses were the reason that neither vampire nor Karifa had bothered with this grassland. The clumps were deeply rooted and proliferate. As quickly as the grass could be stripped from the soil to make way for crops, it would grow back in, requiring constant tending to prevent it taking over garden beds and fields. This was also why past colonist’s holdings had seemed to disappear. Wilhelma and the vampires had cleaned up after their feast, not wishing to upset the Karifa with the evidence, and had taken apart any structure that were left

Her Wolf wanted to flee from this place and never look back. "This is it." Willow said, yet her feet halted at the edge of the clearing. Even now, there was a contrast between the grass under his boots and the grass in this space. Everything looked dry and dead. The grass appeared brittle, as if the slightest touch would break a single blade of grass into tiny pieces.

It was a shockwave of vitality. Cr-crack. The sound of life breaking through the impossible echoed across the silent dunes. Emerald-green grass, thick, lush, and smelling of morning dew, erupted from the parched earth beneath his feet. It didn't grow with the slow patience of nature; it surged with the ferocity of a flood. Within seconds, the orange sand around him was replaced by a carpet of deep, soft clover and wild moss. Ressi took his first step forward.