This is the valuable character of grass.
I like grass.
Dressed in the beauty of spring
I love grass (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)
It is more precious than pearls.
Tastes better than flowers.
Stronger than stone.
I admire it.
The spirit of grass will always hang in my heart.
Modern poetry
I am a weak grass,
It is my pride to meet a sandstorm in the desert!
I belong to mountains and grasslands,
Belong to the ends of the earth, the ends of the earth.
Only by embracing nature,
I can laugh all my life.
I am Baiyun's bosom friend and Dashan's shirt!
I am the companion of cattle and sheep, the love nest of goshawk!
Bend down and ask the big tree at the foot of the mountain.
Who says grass is not as tall as trees?
Ask Fang Qun who has the courage to stand on the top of the mountain?
Regardless of the wind and rain, the legendary swordsman!
People say that swaying grass falls with the wind,
But who can see that its foundation has not wavered?
Delicate flowers make the world obsessed with lingering,
Who likes unknown weeds?
My friends are all over the world,
It is a persistent hug to spring.
Even if life withers and is burned by wildfire,
I also want to return to Mother Earth with deep affection!
grass
Too small
Most people ignore it.
Although not as tall as a big tree.
Not as elegant as weeping willows
Not as gorgeous as peaches and plums.
There is no smell of roses.
It can't compare with Bi Yelun.
Can't keep up with the flowers.
But it has brought infinite glory to nature.
Who says it has no home?
This is a casual walk in the mountains and rivers.
The chest of the earth supports it.
Who says it doesn't contain anything?
It is on the banks of rivers and lakes, on a vast land.
Who says he has no love?
It knows the feeling of love.
He and nature and human beings.
Have an indissoluble bond
Always in the flowers, still chic
A storm is coming.
The tree was uprooted.
Flowers have become broken branches and leaves.
The grass is still so proud and flashy.
Winter has gone and spring has come, but it is still green.
With its tenacious vitality.
Dressed in the beauty of spring
Bring people the message of spring and green.
grass
Let everything step on your feet.
It has great vitality.
It can germinate under pressure.
Let the storm stop.
Always so stubborn and straightforward
Wildfire washed.
When the spring breeze came, he sprouted again.
The great poet "Wildfire" never completely devoured them.
The poem "They have grown taller in the spring breeze"
Infinitely awesome.