I am a cursive poem.

I am proud, I am a grass, I am proud, I am a grass. I am a grass growing on the land of China; I am a grass growing in the native land of China; I am a grass growing in Tianshan pasture; I am a grass growing on the coast of the South China Sea. I can recite many poems; I can sing many songs; I can dance a lot; I can tell many stories. I grew up in an infinitely vast land, dressed up this land with my own body and covered it with new green. I have made this land full of vitality and vigor. Stone taught me to persist, and I will always persist; Rain and snow educate me to be pure and noble, so I have always supported the truth. I would like to pave a green path for children to play happily, for animals to have endless fun and for the elderly to rest comfortably. In the spring of March, I would like to stretch my waist to soften their feet and make them a blanket so that everyone can have a soft dream; Like the fire in July, I want to play a cool song and wipe their sweaty foreheads to make everyone feel cool and comfortable. I let them feel the nature and soothe their hearts. I welcome so many partners-ants, grasshoppers, dragonflies, butterflies, to compose with me; I hugged so many visitors and spent my life by my side. I am a part of the vast field, a part of nature. The United States and I are a whole and inseparable. I belong to the people, to the world, I am proud, I am a grass. An unknown grass.