Write a modern poem that describes people with things.

Grass is not as gorgeous and enchanting as flowers, nor as tall and straight as pine, because you are grass, but you have your trust and pride. Not everyone can understand, it is not as weak as people think, because you are willing to be so quiet and silent. Although you are often trampled by passers-by, you are still so free and easy, so you expect to stay away from the crowd. Noisy yearning to get rid of the interference of dust and sand, because you are a grass, looking forward to spotless after the rain, and pursuing a process of no regrets. Even if there is a storm, you will keep your back straight again and again, and even if there is a fierce fire, your roots will not shake. Because you are a grass, there is always spring rain and sunshine.

To the Oak Tree is now Shu Ting. If I love you, I will never show off with your tall branches like climbing Campbell. If I love you-I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.

Even during the day. Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a heroic torch.

We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow. Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life.

This is great love, this is loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet.