A poem praising the grass's self-improvement

1, "insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are broken rocks. A thousand blows are still strong, and the wind is east, west, north and south. " -Bamboo stones from Zheng Banqiao.

2. "The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. " -Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass

3. "The rain and dew grow long fiber grass, and the mountain seedlings are high into the clouds. The wind and snow break the wood, and the pine is destroyed. "