The grass on the Lili plain dries up and flourishes every year. Wildfires cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows.
My name is Shi Xiang Xiang. Ever since I was sensible, my father has told me that grass is my life and my soul.
Yes, I am like the green weeds on the roof of my house, growing up in the wind and rain, watching the sun rise and set, and tasting the wind and rain. My life is as humble as grass, but also as strong as grass.
Due to the pressure of life and the tricks of God, I sold myself to an old man who was older than my father.
In order for the spring breeze to blow and regenerate, let me turn my soul into the ashes of humiliation and bury it in mud. Let hope grow strong in this dirty soil and wait for nirvana!