Poetry in search of the last green leaf

There are pests under the green leaves.

Green leaves are eye drops.

Ovid: Yuan Ye without grass, farmland without green leaves, or a hairless head will always be ugly.

If there is no result in the end, then open a flower; If there are no flowers, make a green leaf. Talents are graded, the moon does not lose praise because of the existence of the sun, and the stars do not lose value because of the existence of the moon.

Praise the green leaves (prose poems)

In spring and summer, the scenery is very charming. Walking in the countryside with pink willows and green leaves is intoxicating, standing in the mountains overlooking, terraced fields, green leaves and surrounding mountains, which is very conspicuous and fascinating.

When the golden harvest season comes, who can forget those who worked hard in the four seasons? They worked silently to get today's results. When the leaves fall to their roots in autumn, who is not lamenting their persistence like green leaves? They are not proud of it, but are deeply gratified by what they have done.

I praise the green leaves, and I also praise the workers who are as unknown as the green leaves.