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.