Considerable composition of weeds

Weeds, flowers are not fragrant and leaves are not beautiful. Bai Letian, a great poet, only used "frost and grass ash" to describe it. In fact, it is only simple. The roots of weeds, thin, are not as vigorous and simple as roots, which can remind people of that ancient love; The leaves of weeds, a few delicate strokes, will never have the gentle and polite charm of Clivia; The flowers of weeds, a few sparse flowers, are really hard to compare with the peony of national beauty. All weeds are simple: simple roots, simple leaves and simple flowers. However, I am afraid it is this simplicity that won Wei's love of "living alone in Youcaoxi".

Weeds have independence, they yearn for freedom. Ivy is elegant, but she can't live without trees. She likes the greatness of trees. She is a little jasper. Peony is tender and affectionate, but it cannot be separated from the flower bed. She fell in love with the gardener's care and was a good girl in a noble family. Weeds are not like this at all. Roadsides, corners, houses, rivers, and even vast grasslands and barren hills in Gobi have their figures. It's weeds. Is there nothing to love? No, it loves something, it loves independence, it loves freedom, and it loves its unique wildness. For thousands of years, it has maintained a simple nature, unwilling to compete for beauty, laugh at beautiful women, and unwilling to be artificial and reward gentlemen. A plant, a few clusters, endless, no matter where you are, weeds show themselves incisively and vividly, and show their pungent wildness incisively and vividly. "Sweet they pressed on the ancient avenue and reached the crumbling gate". Isn't this the wildness of the weeds that Bai Letian admired for their love of independence and freedom?

This is the weed, the weed of nature, the weed in my heart.