Dashu modern poetry

A seed

He didn't know at the time.

I can grow into a towering tree.

On the wetland

A quiet and peaceful corner

Until spring comes.

Awaken the tranquility of dreams.

It suddenly occurred to him

Go and see the outside world.

Germinate green ideas

Squeeze and arch

Break the soil

In the corner where no one cares.

A small bud broke through the ground.

He saw it.

The song of the bird

Graceful and colorful flows into the flowers.

Hear again

Floating catkins

Holding the arm of the breeze

He wants to integrate into the new world.

But he is humble after all.

Behind the grass

No one will notice.

Even the sunshine

And it's hard to take care of.

How envious he is.

High above the clouds

Tall green trees

Ten thousand people admire.

Wanzaizhong

So he straightened up desperately.

spring,summer,autumn and winter

The four seasons have changed.

Experienced difficulties and hardships

Years have worn away the vicissitudes of life.

When he thought again,

The white clouds are very close.

The grass is far away.

The sky doesn't have to look up