Who wrote the grass?

Bing Xin's modern poem Grass

I am a grass under the eaves.

Survive and live in the fence

Accidentally trampled on

I suffer, I struggle

The meaning of life

I want to live strong.

I am a grass under the eaves.

Nature cares about me.

God shed crystal rain and dew.

Moisturizes roots and turns branches and buds green.

I work hard and I look forward to it.

For the fruit of life

Sadness and tears are swallowed together.

I am a grass under the eaves.

Not as tall as a big tree.

There are no peaches and plums in the world

But I firmly believe that even the humble grass

Through persistence and hard work

Will open a brilliant flower of life.

This poem is beautiful, emotional and poetic.