Modern grassland poetry

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Born short.

And I owe the handsome guy beauty.

Thanks for the warning, Pettitte.

Fortunately, there is no nose and face explosion.

Although there is green

Have little potential.

Although there is life

Ordinary Tao Tao

Who cares?

Think of you as an exclamation point.

The grass speaks very softly.

Run in vain

be harmless

Nothing to ask for, nothing to depend on.

Who will do it for you?

Bend over for five buckets of rice.

Poor grass

Sighing grass

Suddenly, like a night in the wind.

Thousands of horses and troops have died.

I really have no regrets.

Really hard work

Thousands of winds are blowing again-

Green lining is enchanting!