I want some poems about grass, the title of which is Grass. I want to write it myself, shorter.

Article 1: Grass

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.

Chapter II: Grass

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.

Chapter three: ode to the grassland

You hide in the corner and dream.

Spring awakens your sweet sleep.

You hold out your tender hand.

Enhance the style of the garden.

Chapter IV: 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

Chapter 5: The Dream of Grass

Spring breeze in March,

Spring blossoms.

The 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.

Chapter 6: Grass

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.