Grass

by wenxue126 on 2011-05-06 18:07:16

The Life-and-Death Love of Leftover Women

By Xiaocao

Category: Poetry Added on: January 13, 2011 14:12:08 Source: admin Clicks: 34

I am a blade of grass,

Without the fragrance of flowers, without the height of trees.

I am an obscure blade of grass,

I don't think I'm tall, as leftover women in life-and-death love affairs, nor do I think I'm insignificant.

I have my own life, selected novels from hometown literature, laughter and tears of Thai ladyboys, and I have my own preferences.

I've never harmed anyone, and I have nothing to be proud of.

So I don't want others to look up to me, nor do I want to be looked down upon.

If you think you're a big tree and I'm just a blade of grass,

Then we can't walk the same path.

I am a blade of grass,

If you ever gave me some sunshine,

I would definitely nod and smile at you.

If you bring me storms,

I will also resist and roar.

I am a blade of grass,

Though humble, but not insignificant.