What was the last sentence I laughed at in the flowers?

I appreciate the spirit of barnyard grass that greens the mountains and the earth in obscurity, and envy its spirit of tenaciously resisting fate, so I gave it a pen name: Wild Barnyard Grass.

I looked at the barnyard grass among the flowers and remembered a poem by a famous person: Spring rain brings spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring. There are already hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches, and the beauty does not increase the spring, but only the beauty of spring. She announced the coming of spring, and when the spring flowers bloomed, she smiled among the flowers. To borrow the last two sentences of the poet and modify them: When the streets are full of flowers, I will laugh in the bushes.