Carrying Mountains to Catch up with the Sun, I Am Purslane

I traveled through time and became a piece of grass. Dogs also bite me, cows also gnaw me. There are many of these grassy mountains, and the rhizomes criss-crossing the ground are like optical cables. My consciousness can teleport to any one. One day, I used dense stems and leaves to cover a "chicken" that was escaping hastily, and the gears of fate began to turn.