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谁不期盼破晓的绽放绚烂一季的辉光？ Who is not looking forward to the glow of the blooming season? 谁不渴求篱下的花艳夺魁满园的荣耀？ Who is not eager for the glory of the garden? 谁不梦寐蒹葭的双生双息羡煞湖光的潋滟？ Who doesn't dream of Jianjia's twins and envy the lake? 谁不欣赏蝴蝶曼妙轻盈的舞姿、动人的旋律之下婉转的飞旋，又有谁彻悟了蝶变的焦灼、等待，临近破茧时耐不住的狂躁，好似一跃而生出温柔一刀的牢笼，然而那守不住一季的庄重之蝶，在破茧期未到便提前赏览景致的顷刻，断翅的断翅，无触的无触，残缺的身体孕育了一年的包容却抵挡不住这一季的浮华。 Who doesn't appreciate the graceful and light dance and graceful flying under the moving melody of the butterfly, and who fully understands the anxiety and waiting of the change of the butterfly, and the impetuousness of impending cocoon breaking, which is like a gentle cage born out of a leap. However, the solemn butterfly that can't keep the season, before the cocoon breaking period, will enjoy the scenery in advance, the broken wing, the untouched untouched, the incomplete body The body gestated a year's tolerance but could not resist this season's flashiness. 我为残蝶感到万分的悲痛和莫大的伤情。它们佝偻着不健全的躯体爬行，想饮草叶上的露水，微弱的渐黄的草叶已没有青绿的映象，残蝶没能感受到露珠的清凉，它不堪忍受这折枝的生命之重。蝶儿蝶儿，草叶尚且知道春末的最后一缕风将结束自己的童年，开始迈入青年前的这场成人礼，为何如此灵动的你却等不得片刻，扑闪出自己满世的妖娆，而换来今生莫大的悔恨。 | 
