The poet Yang Wanli stood at the window, admiring the beautiful scenery, and admiring in his heart: Spring is so beautiful, why don't I come and enjoy it?
Outside the window is the charming scenery: the peaks and green trees are full of vitality. They purify the air and let people breathe fresh air. At the same time, they also protect our motherland from harm. There is a family in front of the mountain peak, and each family smokes. They may be cooking delicious white rice. There is a golden rape flower in the field, and the flowers on the big tree next to it fall off like petal rain in the field next door. Now there are young leaves, but there is no shade. A breeze blew, and the leaves of small trees rustled, just like singing "Where is Spring". Rape flowers also dance as if dancing for a big tree. There is also a thin and long path next to it, leading to the distance.
Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps on the path. Oh, it turns out that some children are catching butterflies! The path echoed with their laughter. They had a good time. Suddenly, a child fell, and so did others behind him. This one says, "ouch! You are suppressing me. " The man said, "ouch, you're hurting me." ..... The butterfly flew into the cauliflower. They searched and searched, but they couldn't find it. At this time, they are just like the monk Zhang Er-scratching their heads.
Yang Wanli saw, a poem, sing a way:
Hedges are sparse and deep,
The flowers at the top of the tree are not shady.
The children rushed to chase the yellow disc,
Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.