The whole poem is written like this: the sunset dyed the grassland red. The child mowing the grass silently mowed the grass, lowered his head, bent down and began to move slowly from side to side ... The grass had covered his small body-in the grass, we only saw: a bamboo basket full of grass, several piles of grass, and a sickle shining with golden light in the sunset.
Introduction to the work:
The child mowing the grass is from Ai Qing's Selected Poems. This poem does not seem to use any skills, but simply writes the mowing scene of "mowing children" truthfully. No exaggeration, no exaggeration, no symbol, simple as grass. "I'd rather be naked, but never let clothes that don't fit choke your breath."