Butterflies in Love with Flowers
In spring the water rises high,
The grassy shore is greened by the light breeze.
Where swim the geese,
The painted boats move slowly on the winding streams,
The tower is still far away, though near it seems.
The weather’s cold by riverside,
The fields are not tilled far and wide
Till the season of rain comes nigh.
Wheat and mulberry leaves spread a green hue,
Soon we may taste the grain and reap the cocoon new.
The poet describes a Southern scenery and the Southerners’ life.