Poetry describing soil

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. -Gong Zizhen is scattered into mud and ground into dust, but only the fragrance remains. -Lu you insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are breaking the rocks. -endless grass on the grassland, Zheng Xie. As the seasons come and go, wildfires never completely burn them down, but they grow taller in the spring breeze. Sweet they pressed on the ancient highway and reached the crumbling gate. Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. -Bai Juyi