After a while, a mountain village woman came out of the house and saw her carrying a wooden bucket and wearing coarse clothes. When she saw the poet standing in front of her hut, she smiled and invited the poet to sit down and talk to him. From the chat, the poet learned that the middle-aged woman named Huang Siniang is a flower lover, and there are countless flowers at home. The poet left Italy until the hut was full of flowers, and all kinds of flowers were blooming in the sun. Flowers press the branches like bows, and a breeze blows, and the branches shake, sending wisps of fragrance from time to time. There are several butterflies hovering among the flowers, dancing gracefully. It seems to say, "Look, here comes our poet. Let's enjoy the flowers together!" " The poet was lost in thought, and suddenly there was a crisp "cha-cha" sound in his ear. He looked up and saw several beautiful and lovely orioles singing in the branches, as if singing a wonderful spring hymn.
Combining meaning and exerting imagination is actually very simple.