Accustomed to silence
I can't shout out anymore.
Crying is also silent.
Accustomed to obedience
Kneel in the high wind
I can't take it anymore.
Accustomed to charity
Dingli taiyang
Waiting to be fed.
The wilderness of the countryside
You are a robber.
Be appointed by power
City garden
You are a grassroots person.
Although honored as a VIP
According to the master's design
Fix your head.
Mower skimming
Green blood spatter.
Brush your head and fall to the ground.
Moaning is silent.
The head is repaired regularly.
You've given up.
The right to think
The groans of people are singing silently.
No flowers, no trees.
I am an unknown grass.
I am a grass.
I am a grass.
I have been a grass that people don't like since I was a child.
Often walk alone in the wilderness
At that time, the wind seemed particularly cold.
At that time, the sky was particularly sad.
When I was in primary school, I always let a group of children run after me.
Every exam should be avoided like the first time.
No one cares about this young grass.
Entered the ideal school.
There are many talents here.
I am the grass that nobody pays attention to.
Shake and shake silently in the wind
Green grass loves to dream.
Well, don't dream of flowers.
But he didn't know grass then.
The scene in the dream is exciting.
Xiaocao had a dream for three years.
But he never told anyone.
He knows that he is a trivial little life.
Even if I did, no one would listen.
The grass has grown up.
Even lush.
Maybe that touch of pure green is also exciting.
He was taken home by his lover.
People often say that.
In your home
Grass can also grow flowers.
People who love him say
Grass is more attractive than flowers.
Happy times always pass quickly.
The green grass grows stronger and stronger.
Occasionally, people admire it.
Green grass is stronger than flowers.
Suddenly one day,
The dream of the grass when it remembers.
feel frustrated
Strange grass
You don't like sunshine.
What other dreams do you want?
Don't do this.
You are not afraid of withering.
Not afraid of death
On the green grass, he was daydreaming silently.
What do you want in your future life?
The call of grass
The grass in the wind outside the window lives with me in this city.
Every time they turn their heads sideways, they are so light.
Just like a flock of sparrows foraging in the gap of the city, they are careful.
Seems to be worried about something.
A car made of iron screams when it sees that the road is not easy to walk.
The language of the grass is always low.
Many times it's always so low that people can't hear clearly that it's playing a song.
Still crying
I regard the grass as a relative who lives beside me.
Their manners are as bright as the sun.
Always bow your head and listen to their voices.
At the moment, what I hear is their sad cries.
Buildings, intruders armed with reinforced concrete
In the blink of an eye, our city was crowded with people.
Just as desire devours conscience, money devours love, architecture and what we need.
Occupy the grassland and other things we can't live without.
Grass in the wind, bundles of green flames, without any heat.
But it makes my heart and blood burn into tears.
I, a sad person like grass, still live in this city.
All I can do is write down the call of the grass.