Vicissitudes of Herbal Modern Poetry

Those dried herbs

It is said that they are long-dead grass

The vicissitudes of life

Allow me to suffer quietly

< p> Gather gently and twist slowly

The long-lasting vicissitudes of life are poured out one by one

Until the fragrance of medicine is dancing

Flying like a butterfly

< p> I take it at the same time every day

Let the bitterness like yellow lotus trample my taste again and again

And my mother said

You are not sick. Count it hard

Thank God

Finally heard a sentence that is both gratifying and encouraging

Good medicine must be bitter

I hope that when the medicine arrives, it will definitely Cure illness

As the saying goes, people are not like plants

But the vicissitudes of this man

He has to rely on the vicissitudes of this herb to heal

< p> Is it the vicissitudes of grass

or the sadness of people

How many vicissitudes of life are there for me to swallow

I hope< /p>

I can find a cure

that can remove all kinds of pain in life

I am willing

to pay for it with thousands of gold

Decoction and take on time