Modern poem "Grass I: Life in Love"
It can be regarded as a rejected wasteland.
The name of anything you see.
Because of your height, you have visual dignity.
They can be justly called weeds.
Can also be called green.
Would you rather lie in the wilderness?
Touch life
You can look up at the blue sky.
If you indulge in the tenderness of the green field, it will never return.
There will never be a blade of grass tilted.
Become a beacon in your confusion
When others hold their heads high to absorb the sunshine and rain.
You were intoxicated and evaporated yourself.
When, when the nameless grass roots become fairy grass.
Leave everything here to dry.
One day, when the bowed ears of rice return to the warehouse and become grains.
Leave a mess on the ground
That night, when the charming lavender was wrapped in a pillow bag.
Then the roots and vines gradually rot.
……
Grass, like grass, was left in the wilderness.
They tied themselves up without any regrets.
Hug each other until it dries up.
Then, burned to ashes in the same fire pit.
Or, they have been turned into fertile soil by plows and rakes of the years.
When the mountains are covered with green again
At the moment, this is not their original intention yesterday. ...
Modern Grass Poetry II: We are independent grasses.
Sunshine is our friend.
Moonlight is our partner.
We don't like those big trees overhead.
And I don't like those self-righteous cattle and sheep.
Sometimes I can't help but vomit when I see a hateful face.
We are grass.
Soil is our hotbed.
Wind and rain are our neighbors.
We don't worship tigers and leopards
I don't look up at eagles.
I just want to show my best in Yuanye.
We are grass.
Ordinary, simple, unknown
I don't want anyone to know my real name.
I don't want to get rich.
Someone stepped on us with their feet
Someone shoveled us with a shovel.
Someone set us on fire.
We still stand proudly.
It should be said that we are closest to the soil.
The blue sky also leaned down to see us.
Baiyun bowed their heads and kissed us.
We have experienced all the sufferings in the world.
Still smile kindly
Without us, this land will become a desert.
Although we are not as beautiful as flowers.
There is no worldly greatness.
But we have a sincere heart.
Pure and dust-free
We insist on praising each other.
I don't like the hypocrisy above.