Fan Wenyi:
Lotus's heart
I am a blooming summer lotus. I hope you can see it now.
The wind and frost have not yet eroded, and the autumn rain has not yet dripped.
The green season has gone away from me again. I am personable and fearless.
Now, at the best moment, the heavy door has been locked.
After the fragrant smile, who knows my lotus nut?
You have no chance, either too early or too late.
Fan Wener:
white birch
In front of my window, there is a birch tree, which seems to be covered with silver frost and snowflakes.
Furry branches, snow embroidered lace, a string of blooming flowers, as white as a picture.
In the hazy silence, the birch stands upright in the jade, shining with brilliant snowflakes in the golden light.
Birch trees wander around, and the morning glow comes late. It covered the snow-covered branches with a layer of silver luster.
Fan Wensan:
grass
I am like a grass, blooming silently, smelling silently and dying silently.
However, I am never sad, life gives me joy, and the distance is left for me to yearn for.
As long as the spring breeze blows across the earth, as long as the spring rain moistens the heart, what else is worth suffering?
What else can't be forgotten? There are countless creatures in the world.
I know-like me, they are ordinary and don't need to be sad.
Nobleness is only an illusion, and the words left after death are the treasure of your life.