Modern poetry of weeds

You can see it everywhere when you go into the wild.

On the roadside, on the cliff, by the flowing river.

Grow up silently

Let cattle and sheep eat their stomachs

Excavated by farmers

sunniness

Frost and snow will not die.

It was the fire that burned down.

Soon it turned green again.

Destroy it anyway

It can never be disillusioned with its ideals.

Although the flowers are very fragrant.

No one appreciates it.

Although no one harvested the seeds.

Didn't let it wander

Cultivated new seeds

When you are mature, you are greeted by the wind madness.

Blow around, roll up in the air

Gone with the wind! Gone with the wind!

The wind has calmed down.

Where it fell is its new home.

With new dreams.

Waiting for the spring rain aroused by Lei Gong.

The swollen body squeezed out buds again.

I also saw the green plants on the roadside, cliffs and flowing rivers.