The story that suddenly came to mind when reading Zhang Jiuling's feelings.
The original poem is attached.
The orchid leaves are luxuriant in spring, the osmanthus flowers are bright and clear in autumn, I am happy to do this business, it is a festive season.
Who knows that those who live in the forest will listen to the wind, sit and be happy with each other, and the grass and trees have their own hearts, so why do they want to be beautiful?