(1)
I am an ordinary grass,
I don’t need others to sow the seeds in spring.
No one can protect me from the wind, frost, rain and snow.
Who would have thought that grass seeds still need to be collected.
The rapeseeds are covered with brocade-like soft soil,
The rice seeds lie in a moist hotbed.
But I shook off the ice and snow,
tenaciously breaking through a layer of hard winter clothing.
No one watered or fertilized me,
What I sucked was snow cement slurry.
Who will pay attention to my existence?
Even ants dare to be arrogant in front of me.
A puppy was giggling above my head,
It was ravaging and arrogant willfully.
I almost faded out of sight,
I was even forgotten by the world.
(2)
I am a lonely sand willow tree,
The sand dunes and deserts accompany me.
Perhaps in half a lifetime or even a lifetime,
It will be difficult to see fireworks in the world.
The girl is lovelorn,
She is looking for life and death alone.
The lone wild goose flying south,
The mournful mouthpiece dripping with blood.
In my opinion,
It doesn’t matter.
I envy the hustle and bustle of the world,
I long for the grass to be moistened by rain and dew;
I dream of taking a sip of sweet spring,
accompanied by flowers and fruitful harvests .
But all this can only come from illusion,
Feel the joy of the moment!
I am not willing to live in the deathly silent wilderness,
Who wants to wait in the desert without flesh and blood.
The rising sun,
I see full of vitality.
The afterglow of sunset,
accompany me as I finish the day.
The long night,
I am accompanied by the gorgeous constellations.
The vast universe,
open up the galaxy where my soul can swim.
(3)
I don’t envy the bright colors of spring peaches,
They are no more graceful than summer lotuses.
If you don’t smell the fragrance of autumn chrysanthemums spreading far and wide,
You won’t hesitate to call winter plums Yang Wanli.
The grass is as ordinary as soil,
But it makes the earth green.
The sand willow is lonely,
What can be stopped is the raging sand and mud.
Although it is trampled on by others,
But it has tenacious vitality.
Although forgotten in loneliness,
But it is accompanied by heaven and earth.
Unlike the vine,
I show off myself by climbing on other people’s torsos.
The first to receive sunshine, rain and dew,
How can it be compared with poplars and pine trees.
Ordinary, short and lonely,
also living in the soil.
We are sad, humble and forgotten,
We also enjoy every drop of spring glory, rain and dew.
The meaning of feeding back, the heart of fighting, the responsibility of repaying filial piety,
How dare you forget it, keep it in your heart!