Fan Wenyi:
When I am sad, I glance at the plant you left on the windowsill and often feel that it is lonely and helpless like me, without love. Originally a couple who could get along with each other day and night. You said you couldn't keep anything, even begging you. I often cry in the middle of the night, and your pain makes me deeply grieved. When I am tired, I look at the plants you left on the windowsill.
Fan Wener:
Plants are far simpler than being human, and they can feel the sunshine and rain. No one is hypocritical and secular. If I choose rice first, I will accept the care of farmers. From sowing to fertilization, from pest control to harvesting, the process of life is very simple, and I will always associate it with care or reverence. I can also be a flowering and fruiting tree, accepting expectations and blessings with the sincerity of my heart, even if it is a grass and countless grasses.
Fan Wensan:
Summer is the towel gourd seedling. Under the sunshine, the wall is turned into a green waterfall. Summer is the bean field. Under the sunshine, the land is turned into a green pond. Oh, bean seedlings like small fish are swaying in it, and summer is the lotus leaf.