Transplant A Pot Of Rosemary Poem by Cui Gya

In my room, I have a Mediterranean
Which is the round printed blanket on the ground
There is still short of a dream plant
It likes to face the sea
No need for flowers
Linear leaves
Keeping soft posture
Spreading fragrance freely
Let it stay away from the original ecology
So I don't have to be like those people
Look for the appreciative estate carrying a well on their backs
Then wait for the earthly Rosmarinus
To define which kind of rosemary is the most popular spice