Born in poverty and raised in the heat.
Dacao is a very common grass in Dahe Village. Underneath it is the soil that nurtures the grass. There is a big shading tree next to it. Later, the grass even grew a flower. The days are quiet and normal.
Grass has always thought of itself as a small and inconspicuous weed, with a small rhizome, small leaves, and a small size.
Just like this, I will spend my life as a weed.
But the true destiny of grass has never been to stay where it is, nor to be ordinary.
Intention: The road ahead is dark, but there is light in our hearts