Selected modern prose poems describing grass?

As soon as spring comes, the grass will open its hazy eyes and rush out of the ground to share the joy and warmth brought by the spring girl with people. The following is what I brought for you, hoping to inspire you.

Chapter 1: I am the grass waiting for you.

I am the grass beside you.

As the song goes—

No flowers, no trees.

I am just a grass beside you.

But you are like the wind.

I have been afraid to ask you.

Will you stop for me?

Every time you touch my long hair.

Kissed my body.

And then leave as if nothing had happened.

overall process

Only my grass knows.

Although I am just a nameless grass.

But I will always be by your side.

Welcome you with a smile.

Watching you leave.

If one day,

You gently took me away.

That was my happiest moment.

Lying in your arms like grass.

Even if happiness is as short as a meteor.

I am lucky, too.

I will try my best to stand with you forever, like a grass.

Because-

I am the grass waiting for you.

Chapter II: Grass

The autumn wind is rustling.

The grass bowed its head humbly.

A shriveled body

Never have the courage to look up at the towering trees again.

She is crying.

On this cold night

Tears soaked the soil under your feet.

Maybe this is her best destination.

Bury love and wait for the notes of spring.

She will be reborn in despair.

Witness eternity in samsara

Chapter Three: Poets and Grass

In the corner of the fence is a lawn.

My favorite place to walk.

In such a cold winter, the sun is pitifully

Sprinkle light on the world

This strengthened my confidence to approach the lawn.

As green as spring.

This is the greenest place I can see all winter.

Cool, simple green

From that moment on, my life began to flow.

Its persistence, its green.

This is what I need, to settle down anywhere.

When my soul

Grass, still not showing off, bowed its head shyly.

In countless admiring eyes

Its only direction is the thick earth.

Tonight, the moon is round and bright.

You can see her graceful figure in the water.

But I know it's just a moon in the water, just huge.

A star in the sky belongs to all mankind.

I prefer talking to grass.

Listen to its whispers and stories about it:

On that day, the grass enjoyed the winter sunshine leisurely.

Suddenly, there was a sob in the distance.

The grass waved its arm vigorously and the child approached it.

He leaned down and asked what had happened.

The child said that her mother was gone and she had no playmates.

Grass looked at the child: broken cotton-padded jacket, broken shoes.

The child cried and wiped his nose.

The grass is silent, the grass is heartbroken, and the grass's eyes are moist.

The grass said, "please choose me, son."

You will have a new cotton-padded jacket and a new pair of shoes.

You will meet your mother, and you will have.

Lots of friends play with you. "

The child was so happy that he picked a full handful.

Then, the incredible thing happened:

The child put on a new cotton-padded jacket and new shoes.

In a group of children, this child is the most beautiful.

Mother also smiled and came to her from a distance. ...

I praise the love of the grass infinitely.

She is still shy, humble and lovely. ...

Tonight, the grass illuminates the heart of the rain!

Chapter 4: Grass is bearing seeds.

Every day, I

Hold the low lintel

But the sunshine I saw

It is bright.

This mountain is green.

Sometimes I can.

Look at the clouds on the mountain.

Just floating, leisurely.

cold-caused ailment

sway

Tender willow

Clear lake

There is a boat floating.

Or on purpose

Swing my stern

To see the most beautiful wisp of Xu Xia.

To the purple sunset

Give it to you.

Sing as you please.

Dance.

Nobody laughs at you.

Lively jumping fish

And my cattle and sheep.

This is your audience.

see

Large grassland

The grass bears fruit happily.

I walked by.

The grass is nodding.

Maybe you want to talk to me.

chat

No, don't say it.

I know you.

What are you going to say?

Sunset diffusion

The evening breeze bypassed the hills.

I am standing

neglect

A gently spinning windmill

Rows of three-leaf pines

Birds flew by.

It's barking. Look at it.

Smoked cabin

wait for

Me, standing still.

ponder

The diary of that day is not far away.

You're here.

We held the low lintel.

Will you go to see the sun?

every day