The heart of grass
In all life,
I am | a weak (low),
No one (low) can calculate | I (heavy) | bitter (low) | and | grievance (low).
I (low) don't want to win | It's a pity for it |.
Although | in the long night |,
My limbs are covered with tears.
However, the | reproduction | of life will not stop because of the | seasonal changes (the lower the better).
Yes, the scales of life are fair.
From birth (heavy) to death (low) | whoever | belongs to this law.
Life does not bring (low) |, death does not bring (low),
What else | is worth lamenting (low)?
If there is only oneself in the (heavy and urgent) spiritual world,
Then (heavy) | live (heavy) | equals death.
For this reason, I forgive everything in the past.
Everything (heavy) is unfair to me, everything (heavy) has ravaged me,
It's not mine | I never thought,
What belongs to me | I never give up.
Don't compete with the world (heavy) || don't bury yourself,
No one can deprive me of my right to live.
Every heart has its own sun.
Every sun (weight) has its shining area.
Friends (heavy),
As long as (heavy) | I live (heavy),
As long as (heavy) my delicate arm (heavy) can be lifted (heavy) in the morning breeze,
I | have | green singing (heavy):
On the sunny hillside,
(Heavy) | Next to Qingyi Canal,
Start my life (heavy).
This poem is really good, and it is also an inspirational type. I also savored it carefully, and the pressure should be aggravated later, expressing my desire and urgency. This problem has been bothering me for a long time, and I am very satisfied.