Jia diéfíiláiguo qiángqù, quèyíCHN sèzàilínjiā. The butterfly flies over the wall, which is suspected to be next door to spring scenery.
Before the rain, I saw a new pistil among the flowers, but after the rain, there was not even a flower under the leaves. Bees and butterflies have come to the garden and flew over the courtyard wall, which makes people doubt that the charming spring scenery is all around.
This is an impromptu poem, describing the rotten scene seen when walking in the garden after the rain. The scenery absorbed in the poem is very simple and ordinary, but it is interesting to see strange things in the ordinary.