Poems by the poet Pear Fall

This is not a pear fall, this is a hedge fall.

"Nobody has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly."

Poetry: At noon, the sun is high above, and the shadow of the fence is getting shorter and shorter as the sun rises, and no one passes by. It was quiet all around, only dragonflies and butterflies flew by.

It's a poem from the Song Dynasty poet Fan Chengda's Summer Village.