Who knows the poem about mushrooms?

Mushroom (Poetry) After the rainstorm, there was lightning and thunder when it came. The rainstorm has gone, and the sun and dew are hanging on the top of the world. On the grass and among the trees, there are rows of mushrooms. They held out their little hands one by one and said, we went to heaven together. We are made up of genes, much smaller than dust. Later, when we grew up, we were pushed into the soil by stones falling from the sky in a place called classroom. Uncle, help me. Help me, but it is too late for my uncles. At the gate of heaven, there are some voices calling us. We have seen countless flying wings. We are going to a very high and bright place. Tears of laughter are flowing. See those mushrooms? They are our new faces. A group of parents and children came together. They picked us up and put us in a basket. Then we fell asleep deeply. Because this is the world, there is no heaven. I wonder if the rainstorm will come again. I don't know where my parents and brothers and sisters live. I don't know if the world has become a hell. I don't know if these walls will collapse ... {Drunk is meaningless, written on 5. 12} Sorry, I really can't remember anything. _ & lt)~~~~