All that glitters is not gold

Young grass four seasons
On intimate terms in spring
Get out from stinging the excellent loess, climb up by holding on to the arm of the sun piously, polish eyes for a long time covered with dust with the song of a bird, request the rhythmic mind to the wind, let the wind tear the lingering affection into the green green wicker.
Small grass, is this you?
Let the spring breeze dip in distant and widely different reverie, write the verse that you will never fade.
Let March step on the warm patter of rain, pat your sweet ballad.
Let the wild goose hold the beautiful rays of sunlight in spring, transmit Yin the Yin Dynasty’s love.
On intimate terms spring, because of report success flower fragrance to steal, fold, get up to sunshine and pursuit of rain and dew. Small grass, you are never living looked up, but understood – -
Faith is the rain and dew of your life;
It is your mind to be unselfish;
The devotion is your quality.

Have an appointment with summer
Make an appointment in summer, the tall looking forward of small grass, make and is warm and incomparable in this world.
Set foot in the pure and purely green sweet-smelling meadow, the wild flower is open and red or yellow in unison. In June, the love letter as open like sealing, the warm one is the sunshine, the golden one is the field.
Butterfly with different colors, please don’t browse little sweet-smelling speech of grass with assistant of you, I’m afraid eyelashes of you can grow into clump clump dark green and fragrant dream too, make blue and green wave fill the bright moonlight with in the brimming eyes.
Cattle and sheep, please don’t only congeal to that clump one hundred divided by browse not killed, because under not having no sky covered to hide, the mountains and rivers, sunshine and rain and dew give you green grain.
Small grass, although you are very small, hold a grand grassland in the heart all the time, your soul, the pulsate from precise soul, breath and herdsman of earth of cattle and sheep

Feeling autumn
The grass is exactly fertile in autumn, borrow the thinking of a small grass, go to touch the characterized sweet-smelling pool, that greensward that rises and falls like wave, shake the Yi ripples of dragging the life, it is the attachment to earth forever.
Realize in autumn, the grassland generous centre of the palm has been filled strength with, burst forth the ardent expectation sown in spring, form and hang up the warm pursuit that the note enters in summer.
Includes the trials and hardship, receive the snow to reveal, accumulates the quintessence, that dense and grassy green grass beach is spread wilfully, vigorous, mighty, extend deep intension; The hero waves, rough, active and male hormone. From then on, the herdsman kept the sincere color and luster with each other after feeling the lasting simpleness of land.
Life, even a ordinary one as root grass, answer have spring spring new and green, have autumn dark green autumn too
Small grass, on the horizon in season, there are several degrees of samsara, how brilliantly to have!

Soul’s department winter
In the height close to winter, the affectionate wings of snow flake are flying in profusions, love the quiet champaign deeply, wait for the initial blessing to bake skeletons and blood of all over earth in spring.
In soul’s department winter, small grass, the place where the pastoral song waves is your initial and final home, even withered, you defend tenaciously that stretch of pure land and pure of heart vowing to adhere to the chosen course still with one’s own fertile land of body, vanish soul, bury, on for 5,000 years earth, make rhizome trickle youthful juice deeply, become the source of the never depleted life.
What moral, sentiment, will, spirit   Mankind’s noble thing, all relate to you.
Beat the meadow in four seasons, that infatuated native land because of expecting like the horse’s hoof legend, accommodate the sound of footsteps of coming back, OK?