In the early morning of the next day, the crisp sound of birds woke me up from my sleep. I got dressed, got out of bed and opened the window: Oh! What fresh country air! What a charming pastoral scenery! What you see is the path leading to the distance, the fences scattered on both sides of the path and the golden rape flowers in the distance.
I couldn't help walking out of the hut and onto the path. Peach blossoms and apricot blossoms that once flourished have long since withered. There are also several poplars on the roadside, each of which spits out new green leaves, and the crystal dew on the leaves shines in the early morning sun; There are countless green silk tapestries hanging on the willows over there, floating in the soft spring breeze; Birds are singing touching songs in the branches; The grass shook its head, as if dancing spring dance ... Ah, it's really intoxicating.
The rape blossoms in full bloom in the vegetable garden are opening their pink petals, facing the sun and blowing the spring breeze. How lively it is! I squatted down, holding a bunch of golden rape flowers, and the elegant fragrance came to my nose. When I look carefully, there is a hint of pale white in the yellow petals, revealing a touch of light green, and the petals are somewhat transparent and translucent.
Suddenly, a silvery laughter caught my eye like a strong magnet. It turned out that a group of lovely urchins were catching butterflies. At this moment, a butterfly landed on the cauliflower, and a little girl crept up to it and caught it like lightning. The girl showed off the butterfly in front of her companions. Because of excessive excitement, her hand was released and the clever butterfly flew away with a swish. By the time the girl reflected, the butterfly had flown to the vegetable garden and could not be found. The little girl never gave up and began to catch butterflies. Those butterflies flew leisurely, sometimes swaying in front of her eyes, sometimes hovering overhead, sometimes falling on branches, and sometimes biting the grass ... as if deliberately teasing her. Seeing that the little girl was about to get it, Huang Die flew into the cauliflower with a whoosh. She bent down and carefully searched for butterflies among the flowers. She searched and searched, but she couldn't find out where the butterfly was hidden.
I suddenly became lyrical, and I inadvertently sang this well-known poem:
Hedges are sparse and deep,
The flowers at the top of the tree are not shady.
The children chased Huang Die,
Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.