Praise the modern poems of Cao 1 "Cao"
Author: Ferry
I said, you have so much to admire.
But you shook your head slightly in the wind.
Lonely for many years
You told the story of coming to the mountains.
Who says things change and stones turn to dust?
Your rice, wind, drinks and dew are still green.
Vaguely see Tang Dynasty poets.
Song for you grass
People burn incense and worship Buddha.
There is purgatory between heaven and earth.
Waiting for reincarnation
You never get tired of having children in this wilderness.
Everyone says that the years are rough.
Alas, I don't know where to go in life.
But you climbed a leafy cliff.
The world has nowhere to shop.
A modern poem praising grass 2 "Grass"
Author: misty rain boundless
The grass is green as early as the warm spring breeze.
Summer sunlight activates cells.
So, I swing a dream in the green.
A pair of throbbing wings grow on the grass.
The grass smiled. Laughing as early as in the catkin fluttering.
The rainbow in summer injects some emotions.
So, I searched for my dream in the storm.
A young dream was transformed on the grass.
The grass cried, as early as in the whispers of swallows.
Summer want to, inventory a tangle.
So it is an unsolved dream to be twins with rice in the wild.
The extravagant hope of nirvana in the grass
Grass regretted it as early as the day of shock.
The poison of summer has corrected some expectations.
So, sift through fantasy dreams in the storm.
Grassroots strive for a little happiness without sponsoring ideals.
The grass woke up as early as the vernal equinox.
Summer introspection has gathered some positive energy.
So, I saw a paradise for cattle and sheep in the wind and grass.
In the new moon, the rhythm of grassland and Ma Touqin is singing beautifully.
A modern poem praising grass 3 "Ode to Grass"
Author: Xiao Muyu
You hide in the corner and dream.
Spring awakens your sweet sleep.
You hold out your tender hand.
Enhance the style of the garden.
grass
Sigh softly.
Broke the midnight silence
Set off a wave of seawater
It hurts the heart of the earth.
The sky does not mean rain.
Looking for a little dew in the dark
Quench thirst and moisten throat
Only then will there be a scene of spring.
This land has been gradually desertified.
The edge of desertification makes people sleepy.
Bear the yearning for trees
Rush to the desert
Nobody wants to, and nobody cares.
The back of dandelion flying flowers
Nobody saw it, and nobody knew it.
It was a gift from the depths of the mountain.
Dream of flying flowers
Only the wind can realize it.
The journey of a flying flower
Only the earth knows his mission.
Holding a straw in his hand
Applied to the depths of dark clouds
A flash of lightning flashed in my eyes.
Knocked over the water container.
No need to turn around, clean soul
Entangled with lush soil
Modern Poetry Praising Grass 4 "Dream of Grass"
Author: Liu
Spring breeze in March,
Spring blossoms.
Spring rain in March,
Ignite the dream of the grass.
Light mountains and rivers,
Passionate Yangtze River;
The beautiful Yellow River,
Touching the Great Wall.
The land of China,
Colorful pictures.
Grass,
Weak grass;
In the spring rain,
Shed sad tears.
Don't forget the abandoned children in the rain,
Don't forget those hands that were cut back.
I'm waiting,
Still have to wait.
A modern poem praising grass 5 "Grass"
Author: Wei Qing
Like grass
I bloom silently.
Silent fragrance
Die quietly.
However, I never feel sad.
Life gives me happiness.
Distance makes me yearn.
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
Countless creatures in the world
I know.-They
In fact, they are all like me.
Ordinary people don't need to be sad.
Nobleness is just an illusion.
Postmortem statement
That is the wealth of your life.
Modern Poetry Praises Grass 6 "Grass"
A grass
It has no name and no last name.
It has been growing alone.
May be trampled by playful children.
It may have been hurt by bugs.
But it still grows tenaciously.
It's just a grass.
But it has such tenacious vitality.
No matter where it is, it will always exist.
If I hadn't fallen
Let the ice and snow solidify me
Standing in a crystal clear statue.
If you find my short-lived beauty
Please cherish my painting.
A modern poem 7 "Grass" praising grass
The extravagant hope of grass
You are as beautiful as grass,
Still beautiful and fragrant,
I've been staring at you,
But you've been shyly hiding,
Come out!
My beloved grass,
You have to face the sun,
Stretch your green again,
Let me see your image again.
Although the vegetation time in spring is too short,
But you have to arm yourself,
In this beautiful spring,
Continue your growth.
You're still strong,
You are still so stubborn,
Let go of the fetters of winter,
I believe you will find yourself again,
Lost and confused.
This is just your dream,
It is the extravagant hope of the grass.
A modern poem praising grass 8 "Grass"
Where the sun goes down,
There is a lonely meadow.
It stood there alone,
It looks so monotonous. ;
Where are its parents and friends?
Why did you leave this meadow?
A dead tree told me,
His family was buried alive!
The dead tree told me a story,
It turns out that this is a forest.
There are so many flowers and grass!
Soon, all my family and friends left.
Who is an ignorant person,
With a fucking axe and a wooden knife.
Cut down all the trees and flowers.
It is said that they will build a factory here.
So all our own kind are dead!
Poor kid,
Every day, I cry and say, "Mom, where are you?"
Black smoke emitted from factory chimneys,
Waste water flows out of underground pipes,
Polluted the sky and the earth,
Only this lonely meadow is left.
Although it is still struggling,
But soon, it will also die.
I seem to have seen it,
Endless deserts and storms,
Is constantly approaching us! The grass is still crying: help me, help my home!
A modern poem praising grass 9 "Grass"
Poor grass
A lonely life
Spring goes and winter comes.
Rebirth with age
Tiandili
Hatred of farmers
Lu Pingzhong
Ten thousand people trample on it
It is not as strong as a big tree.
Not as charming as flowers.
It doesn't have enough strength to protect itself.
There is no aura of being cared for by the outside world.
A weak life
The heart of a true Buddha
It is not sad for the arrival of snow.
I am not particularly happy about the arrival of spring.
In the world; After all, after all
Live your true self
Everything is fate.
A normal heart
Praise the modern poems of Cao 10 "Cao"
The edge or face of a cliff.
A grass
Bathed in the sun
Fly with the wind
Leaves swaying in the wind
Dancing towards the bustling crowd in the distance
You think people fear you.
But I don't know, what people look up to is mountains, sky and flowing clouds.
But I've never seen it.
Grass takes root at the top of the mountain.
You look down
Originally, except for you
There are so many lush trees at the foot of the mountain.
It turns out that you have never been found in a crack in the stone.
No one has ever noticed you.
A gust of wind blew.
Pull you up by the roots,
You are blown far away.
Fall to a place where I don't know where it is
You fell to one side and your face was black and blue.
You said, are you still struggling?
How can this grass hold up a blue sky?
Do you want to continue?
How did you take root in this stormy and scorching sun?
Your roots are broken.
The leaves have withered, too
Your partners have all left one after another.
And you, look at the sky, look at the sunshine.
Strong wind and heavy rain
Didn't stop you from moving forward
And it didn't overwhelm all your fighting spirit
You grab a crack and take root in it.
The sun shines and the rain moistens.
year after year
You take root and sprout.
Facts have proved that growth.
Is the constant watch in your heart.