What are some modern poems about grass?

1, "A Little Grass".A small grass swayed in the field, in order to watch the dream-like starry sky.

With the gentleness of the wind, it saw the fading moon.

It saw the faint yellowish color of the east, and it was very happy.

It loved the rainbow-like dream, a small grass swaying in the field.

In order to watch the rainbow-like first glow, with the help of the clarity of water.

It saw the rising sun, and it saw the golden light on the mountainside.

It was so happy, and it loved the dreamy rainbow.

2. GrassThe autumn wind was bleak, and Xiaocao lowered her head humbly.

The shriveled body no longer has the courage to look up at the towering trees.

She cried in this cold night.

Tears soaked the dirt beneath her feet, maybe this was her best place to be.

Bury love and wait for the notes of spring, and she will be reborn in despair.

Witness eternity in reincarnation,3. GrassLike a small grass, I bloom silently.

Silently fragrant, and silently dying.

However, I will not be grieved, and life gives me joy.

The distance is left for me to yearn for, as long as the spring breeze blows across the earth.

As long as the spring rain moistens the heart, what is there to suffer.

What else cannot be forgotten, countless living beings all over the world.

I know — they're all like me.

Ordinary does not need to be bleak, and nobility is only an illusion.

The statement you leave behind after death is what you will cherish for the rest of your life.

Happy grass

I want my life to be like grass on the ground.

True, calm, pure, every morning.

When I opened my eyes in the morning breeze.

You will smell the fragrance of flowers and see the height of the trees.

I'll smile and say hello to them.

Then twist the waist and exercise, I will use the dew and put my face on my own.

Wash it cool and wait for the sun to shine on me.

A blush and a new page of life.

5. Look at the color of the grassLook at the color of the grass, how green it is. with the partners around you.

The same, it has its own space, and it also has its own sunshine and rain and dew.

Naturally, self. His own voice and smile.

The little flower beside him, people admired, and their eyes were strange.

The small river next to him, spring, summer, autumn and winter, is very lively.

The clouds in the sky fly freely, without worry.

Look at the color of the grass, it is changing slightly.

More self-confidence, more courage, and gradually mature.

Then when you look at the color of the grass, you will think of yourself.

will think of life.

Bingxin (Xie Wanying, October 5, 1900, February 28, 1999), a native of Changle, Fujian, is a member of the China Association for the Promotion of Democracy, a poet, a modern writer, a translator, and a social activist"Old man of the century"。

In August 1919, Bingxin published the first essay "Thoughts on the 21st Hearing" and the first "Two Families" in the "Morning Post". In 1923, he successively published a newsletter essay entitled "Sending Young Readers", which became the foundation work of Chinese children's literature. In 1946, she was hired as the first foreign female lecturer at the University of Tokyo in Japan.

At 21:12 on February 28, 1999, he passed away in Beijing at the age of 99.

I'm a little grass under the eaves.

Lingering and sending people under the fence.

Inadvertently trampled on.

I'm in pain, I'm struggling.

For the meaning of life.

I want to stay strong.

I'm a little grass under the eaves.

Nature takes care of me.

God sprinkled the rain and dew.

It moistens the roots and tenders the branches and buds.

I try, I hope.

For the fruits of life.

Grief and tears were swallowed together.

I'm a little grass under the eaves.

There is no such thing as a tree.

There are no peaches and plums all over the world.

But I firmly believe that no matter how humble the grass.

Through perseverance and hard work.

It will surely bloom a bright flower of life.

The poem is beautiful, emotional, and poetic.

Xiaocao's modern poem isIce HeartWritten.

Original:

Little Grass" Ice Heart, I am a little grass under the eaves.

Lingering and sending people under the fence.

Inadvertently trampled on.

I'm in pain, I'm struggling.

For the meaning of life.

I want to stay strong.

I'm a little grass under the eaves.

Nature takes care of me.

God sprinkled the rain and dew.

It moistens the roots and tenders the branches and buds.

I try, I hope.

For the fruits of life.

Grief and tears were swallowed together.

I'm a little grass under the eaves.

There is no such thing as a tree.

There are no peaches and plums all over the world.

But I firmly believe that no matter how humble the grass.

Through perseverance and hard work.

It will surely bloom a bright flower of life.

About the Author:Bingxin, formerly known as Xie Wanying, is a native of Changle, Fujian, born in Fuzhou to a family of naval officers, and a member of the China Association for the Promotion of Democracy (DPP). Chinese poet, modern writer, translator, children's literature writer, social activist, and essayist, she sings the praises of maternal love, innocence, and nature, and regards children as "the most sacred people", and is deeply respected by the people.

Other works include: "After the Rain", "Dusk", "Evening", "Dawn", "Stars", "Spring Water" and so on.

Hello,The author of this modern poem "Little Grass" is Bingxin.

Ice Heart(October 5, 1900, February 28, 1999), female, formerly known as Xie Wanying, was a native of Changle District, Fuzhou, Fujian Province, and a member of the China Association for the Promotion of Democracy (DPP). Chinese poet, modern writer, translator, children's literature writer, social activist, essayist. The pen name Bingxin is taken from "a piece of ice heart in the jade pot".

In the August 1919 issue of the "Morning Post", Bingxin published the first essay "Thoughts on the 21st Hearing" and the first ** "Two Families". Before and after studying abroad in 1923, he began to publish a newsletter essay entitled "Sending Young Readers", which became the foundation work of Chinese children's literature. In Japan, she was hired as the first foreign female lecturer at the University of Tokyo to teach a course on "New Chinese Literature", and returned to China in 1951.

At 21:12 on February 28, 1999, Bingxin passed away in Beijing Hospital at the age of 99"Old man of the century"。

"Little Grass".I'm a little grass under the eaves.

Lingering and sending people under the fence.

Inadvertently trampled on.

I'm in pain, I'm struggling.

For the meaning of life.

I want to stay strong.

I'm a little grass under the eaves.

Nature takes care of me.

God sprinkled the rain and dew.

It moistens the roots and tenders the branches and buds.

I try, I hope.

For the fruits of life.

Grief and tears were swallowed together.

I'm a little grass under the eaves.

There is no such thing as a tree.

There are no peaches and plums all over the world.

But I firmly believe that no matter how humble the grass.

Through perseverance and hard work.

It will surely bloom a bright flower of life.

The original singer of "Little Grass" is Fang Xinhua.

Xiaocao Original singer: Fang Xinhua.

Lyrics: Xiang Tong, He Zhaohua.

Composers: Wang Zujie, Zhang Zhuoya.

There is no floral fragrance and no tree height.

I'm a little grass that no one knows.

Never lonely, never worried.

You see, my companions are all over the world.

Spring breeze, spring breeze, you green.

Sunshine, sunshine, you shine on me.

Rivers, mountains, and rivers, you have fed me.

Mother hugged me tightly, O earth.

Xiaocao", an episode of the 84 movie "Fangcao Heart", the creator is Wang Zujie, and the original singer is Fang Xinhua.

I'm a little grass under the eaves.

Lingering and sending people under the fence.

Inadvertently trampled on.

I'm in pain, I'm struggling.

For the meaning of life.

I want to stay strong.

I'm a little grass under the eaves.

Nature takes care of me.

God sprinkled the rain and dew.

It moistens the roots and tenders the branches and buds.

I try, I hope.

For the fruits of life.

Grief and tears were swallowed together.

I'm a little grass under the eaves.

There is no such thing as a tree.

There are no peaches and plums all over the world.

But I firmly believe that no matter how humble the grass.

Through perseverance and hard work.

It will surely bloom a bright flower of life.

The poem is beautiful, emotional, and poetic.

(Modern Poetry) Xiaocao Author's Name: Li Jianguo

One by one the seeds of a small grass.

Quietly in the land under the big trees.

Wait and wait for spring.

2. Spring is coming, spring is coming.

It spits out new ones.

Tender green buds. So strong, so lush.

But no one paid attention to it.

Three in the summer. It quietly.

Grows under large trees.

People who come to enjoy the cool under the big trees.

Wanton trampling.

Ignorant kids on it.

Running back and forth, frolicking.

But no one paid attention to it.

Fourth, autumn has arrived.

The grass withered and turned yellow.

It quietly. Died under a big tree.

Look at the grass is dead.

If it weren't for these little grasses.

It's in my house in the summer.

The head of a naughty little grandson.

I don't know how many times it broke.

Write beautiful poems, come with a whim, and return with a huff.

"Little Grass" is one of the poems written by Shen Debing.

Shen Debing, studying at Hubei Normal University in Huangshi City, Hubei Province, is a member of China Poetry Network, among which the poem "Half Past Two in the Morning" won the nomination award of the 8th China Campus Double Ten Poetry Nomination Award of Runyang Environment Cup, the poems "Half Past Two in the Morning" and "Night Stalker" were included in the book "2018 Youth Excellent Poetry Anthology", the poem "Like" was included in the magazine "New Leaf", and the essay "Mother's Love That Can't Be Read" won the first prize of the 5th Chinese and Foreign Poetry and Prose Invitational Competition.

The original singer of "Little Grass" is Fang Xinhua.

Hello, when it comes to "Xiaocao", perhaps most people are more familiar with a classic song in the ** drama "Fangcao Heart" with this name, and the lyrics I think can also be used as a modern poem. It was written by Xiang Tong and He Zhaohua. There may be a lot of modern poems with the theme of "little grass", but there are not many names of professional and amateur poets that can be found.

One of them is Shen Debing, this work is relatively short, it goes like this:

The grass asks the sky.

Why am I not tall?

Because you were born with this piece of land under your feet.

"Little Grass" is one of the poems written by Shen Debing.

Original text of the work. Xiaocao asks the sky why I can't grow taller.

Because you were born with this piece of land under your feet.

I'm just a grass.

When I look upon you, you are the star in heaven.

But how do you see me?

When I was the grass on the ground.

When I fall in love with you, you are the clouds in the treetops.

But how do I make you hear me?

When you're leaving.

When I can't live without you, you are the spirit of freedom.

But how to make me belong to you.

When you have embraced your happiness from afar.

And I, I'm just grass on the ground.

Grass Green clothes are my beliefs.

It speaks of hope that will never leave.

I look for that piece of sunshine.

The sun is beside me.

The pliable leaf is my strength.

Full of the strength of life.

I need a persistent heart.

Heart, in my chest.

I still have and dreams.

Originates from roots buried deep in the soil.

It transpires in the blood and then drifts away with the wind.

Who can say that I am a little grass that can't walk on my feet.

My devotion is the wings to fly!

"Little Grass" is one of the poems written by Shen Debing. About the Author.

Shen Debing, studying at Hubei Normal University in Huangshi City, Hubei Province, is a member of China Poetry Network, among which the poem "Half Past Two in the Morning" won the nomination award of the 8th China Campus Double Ten Poetry Nomination Award of Runyang Environment Cup, the poems "Half Past Two in the Morning" and "Night Stalker" were included in the book "2018 Youth Excellent Poetry Anthology", the poem "Like" was included in the magazine "New Leaf", and the essay "Mother's Love That Can't Be Read" won the first prize of the 5th Chinese and Foreign Poetry and Prose Invitational Competition.

Original text of the work. The grass asks the sky.

Why am I not tall?

Because you were born with this piece of land under your feet.

I'm just a grass.

When I look upon you, you are heaven.

But how do you see me?

When I was the grass on the ground.

When I fall in love with you, you are the clouds in the treetops.

But how do I make you hear me?

When you're leaving.

When I can't live without you, you are the spirit of freedom.

But how to make me belong to you.

When you have embraced your happiness from afar.

And I, I'm just grass on the ground.

Grass Green clothes are my beliefs.

It speaks of hope that will never leave.

I look for that piece of sunshine.

The sun is beside me.

The pliable leaf is my strength.

Full of the strength of life.

I need a persistent heart.

Heart, in my chest.

I still have and dreams.

Originates from roots buried deep in the soil.

It transpires in the blood and then drifts away with the wind.

Who can say that I am a little grass that can't walk on my feet.

My devotion is the wings to fly!

I don't have the fragrance of roses.

I don't have the majesty of the plane tree.

But I was never born lonely.

Because I have countless friends to keep me company.

Maybe our ambition is not as good as the blue sky.

Maybe we are not as open-minded as the sea.

But I have my own trajectory in life.

Wei Yingwu "Chuzhou West Stream".

The lonely grass stream grows on the side, and there are yellow orioles singing deep trees.

The spring tide brings rain and comes in a hurry, and the wild ferry is unmanned and self-controlled.

Qingpingle Village Residence" and "Song" Xin abandoned the disease.

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is good in drunk, who is white-haired?

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops.

The favorite child scoundrel, the head of the stream lies on the lotus bed.

Picture of a lady waving a fan.

When will you leave in a hurry?

The grass is sad and sad.

Lower your eyebrows to see the water flowing eastward, and look up to the sky to see the broken geese flying south.

Waving your hand is already two tears, may you blow all the way to the spring breeze.

The spring breeze blows intoxicating, and the heart is drunk like spring.