Weeds, a chaotic prose poem--- written on the eve of Mother's Day in 16
I am a weed in the spring breeze
There is no sorrow, wandering wantonly
The spring breeze comes and goes
Let me stay in the bosom of the land
In the days when the spring rain is gone, I suddenly want to sprout
The land is selflessly supplied with nutrients
Let me put down roots here
Let me grow here
The early summer sun lowered my head
Doing nothing and not wanting to grow
And the morning dew still woke me up
The companions of this land also call to you, and I am
Hua Er Xu is a proud sister
Dreaming of the most beautiful flowers
to attract the appearance of the prince
So she worked hard to grow
Corn is an obedient older brother
He lived like most people
Dreams of bearing fruit
So he has to work hard to grow
After seeing all this, I also had a dream
God knows, I'm also a strong grass
So, I'm no longer idle
So, I'm going to try to grow
I shouted in my heart: I want to bloom, I want to bear fruit!
For our growth, the land is clearly happy to see
She is constantly providing nutrients and full of support
So, the midsummer morning flowers bloomed with flowers
Corn also wipes its sweat and continues to grow its fruits
As for me, I have already spread joy all over the mountains
The hailstorm of the summer came very suddenly
We had to bow our heads
Let's see
The land we haven't remembered for a long time
It was already twilight and wrinkled
Perhaps she no longer has enough nutrients
For us to splurge for no reason
So, autumn came on the night
Flowers made the bride in a vase
withering in the days that endure
Corn is also successful in its career, and it is happy to get seeds
And I'm still the weed
It still absorbs the nutrients of the land
It doesn't bloom and doesn't bear fruit
If I could
I wish the autumn breeze would come sooner
so as to into the dirt
Turn into some nutrients and be grateful for the land
If I could
I wish the winter snow came sooner
so that you can cover me
and make beautiful garments for the land