A green poem describing grass

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. (Han Yu: "Two Early Spring Poems by Zhang Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water", the vast grass crosses the plain and comes and goes with the four seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. ("Ancient Caoyuan" Bai Juyi) I hope it will help you.