Time goes backwards second by second,

One day, thousands of years ago,

I stand in the wind in the field,

Try your best to think about today, thousands of years later,

I think it must be a desert.

In the middle of the desert,

There's a palm-sized green,

I strolled in the green,

No one else,

Only me and the wind that is no longer cold,

I'm still quietly looking into the distance,

In the yellow sand of the sky,

Only this tiny green under your feet,

I wish I wasn't grass anymore,

It's a seed.

Plant hope in the desert.

I fantasize,

Thousands of years later,

The desert is gone,

The seeds I spread,

Covered the yellow world with his green,

Birds singing and flowers, blue waves and blue sky,

The warbler sings and the swallow dances, the bees and butterflies fly,

I'm not a little grass,

Or with a lot of grass,

Happy sharing the world of love.

Chapter 108 of "Ma Ping'an Poems": New Style Poems I am like a little grass in the field I am hitting it with my hand, please wait a moment,

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