A short modern poem about green (not Ai Qing’s is fine)?

"Drip of Water Guanyin"

One drop of water, two drops of water, three drops of water Guanyin Bodhisattva began to appear. What I saw was a beautiful plant. Her name was Dripping Water Guanyin, and she was Dripping Water Guanyin. One drop of water, two drops of water at the beginning of chaos, three drops of water falling away from dust, liberating all troubles. Her name is Dripping Water Guanyin, she is the dripping Guanyin. One drop of water, two drops of water on the lotus blooming, three drops of water on Cihang, penetrating the world of Buddhism. Her name is Called Dripping Guanyin, she is Dripping Guanyin. What I saw was a beautiful plant. Another incarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva. One drop of water, two drops of water, three drops of water. The heart of the world has been filled with compassion since then

Dynasty: Modern | Author: Wen Bingran

"The Deeds of Plants"

Find the tunnel of flower buds in each body, and there are the ashes left by firewood.

Beams of light converge from the piles of skeleton names and pass through the tunnel. Winter is sleeping with the land. You step into winter and fall into that tragedy. How do you get out of the years that no bird has gone to? The inner time is On the list of all things outside of you, you have only been thought of by a dead woman. A beautiful last word has been waiting for you for a hundred years. Sometimes the weather changes for no reason. You may lean on a rotten tree to rest for a while and then look for that thing again. There is no shortage of seeds of your color either.

Seeing the past where the wilderness has been dyed transparent by the blood of women

Dynasty: Modern | Author: Haihai

"The Night with Fragrance"

The owner lives in a green villa with cooking smoke. He bought a large field in front of his door and planted various plants like an agronomist. Every night, these plants emitted a fragrance. When we slept in his room, the fragrance came from The mist coming from the window and wrapping around our bodies tell me that the master is a romantic master and living a natural life is a noble life. We don’t want to sleep at night. My lover and I make love carefully and close the door tightly. The door was very wide, and the owner was having sex with his wife. The screams of physical desire came from the owner's house. In this fragrant night, I heard God ask: Are you happy?

Are you happy?

Dynasty: Modern | Author: Ma Li

"Poetry of Spring"

These snake-like and coquettish bodies swayed in front of my eyes, their smooth and seductive bodies gently The ground is open and I no longer know what I have discarded. My dear, in the gardens of this city, the old plants are blown by the wind again. I know there must be something that started slowly. There must be something that I abandoned before it started. No more. Can't remember

Dynasty: Modern | Author: Shanshanshi