Hello, the grass is forming its seeds, the wind is shaking its leaves, we are very beautiful just standing without talking. This is from "In Front of the Door" by Gu Cheng. The full poem is as follows:
How I wish there was a doorway
In the morning, the sun shines on the grass
We stood
Holding on to our own doors and windows
The door is low, but the sun is bright
The grass is bearing its seeds
The wind is shaking its leaves
We stand and say nothing< /p>
It is very beautiful
There is a door, no need to open it
It is ours, it is very beautiful
In the morning, we still have to wander in the dark< /p>
We gave him the lyre
We are not leaving
We need land
We need land that will never be destroyed
We ride it
through life
The land is rough and sometimes narrow
However, it has a history
Have a share of sky, a share of moon
A share of dew and morning
We love the land
We stand
with wooden shoes Digging in the dirt
The door is also hot from the sun
We lean on it gently, it is very beautiful
The grass behind the wall
No It has grown up again
It only touched the sunlight with its fingertips