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。
I feel great sorrow and hurt for the disabled butterfly. They crawl with their unsound bodies bent, and want to drink the dew on the grass leaves. The weak yellowing grass leaves have no green reflection. The remnant butterfly can't feel the cool dew. It can't bear the weight of the broken branch life. Dier Dier, the grass leaf still knows that the last wind at the end of spring will end his childhood and start to enter the rite of adulthood before his youth. Why can't you wait for such a smart moment to flash out your enchanting life in exchange for great regret in this life.
你需要等，草叶需要等，嗷嗷待哺的雏鸟需要等，最伟大的英灵们需要等，等待不是静静伫立，等待不是兀然独坐，而是为生命戴上一顶更美的花环，为人生披上一件更华美的羽衣。等待不是久久地凝望，等待也不是迟迟不归的痴傻，在等待中我们磨炼心智，锻造刚硬的围墙，保护自己娇弱的精神世界。等待不像温室里的花朵，在潮湿温暖的花房里自在悠游，永远走不出那比掌心高出一度的温暖。这种娇怜之花的等待像是天上的群星，永远蜗居在银河系，在那里活得潇洒烂漫，而一旦陨落则是废石一样暗淡无光，失去了往昔的润泽。这样的空虚等待和那提前破茧的蝶儿如出一辙。
You need to wait, the grass leaves need to wait, the hungry chicks need to wait, the greatest heroes need to wait, waiting is not to stand still, waiting is not to sit alone, but to put on a more beautiful wreath for life and a more colorful feather coat for life. Waiting is not a long time to stare, waiting is not a long time to return to the silly, waiting for us to hone our mind, forge a hard wall, protect our fragile spiritual world. Waiting is not like the flowers in the greenhouse, in the moist and warm flower house, you can never walk out of the once higher warmth than the palm. The waiting of this kind of tender flower is like the stars in the sky, living in the galaxy for ever, and living in a natural and brilliant way. Once it falls, it is as dull as a waste rock, losing the luster of the past. Such empty waiting is the same as the butterfly that broke the cocoon in advance.
蝶儿何尝不悔过？想回到往昔的辛苦，尽管现在想来那往昔的辛苦是多么的不足挂齿。若是回到那曾经的似水流年，我知道你是会坚守住那短短一季的犹豫。春去夏来之时，满园芬芳之时，阳光沐浴大地，雨水清洗草茎，乌云遮蔽艳阳，鸟儿做伴歌唱。而蝶儿将是满园最美的舞者，翩翩飞舞直到秋叶成堆，你默默坚守的灵魂仍不会枯萎！
Why don't butterfly repent? Want to go back to the past hard, although now want to come back to the past hard is how insignificant. If you go back to that time, I know you will hold on to that short season of hesitation. From spring to summer, when the garden is full of fragrance, the sun bathes the earth, the rain cleans the grass stems, the dark clouds cover the bright sun, and the birds sing with each other. The butterfly will be the most beautiful dancer in the garden, dancing until the autumn leaves pile up, your soul will not wither!
春来草自青，等待那初春、仲春或是暮春的来临，让春点亮你彩色的人生，拥有心底的期盼，怀抱着坚守的本真，我们都会有蝶变时绝美的容颜，惊诧整个世界的脸庞。
The grass is green in spring, waiting for the coming of early spring, mid spring or late spring, let spring light up your colorful life, have the expectation of the bottom of your heart, embrace the truth of perseverance, we will all have the beautiful face when the butterfly changes, and surprise the face of the whole world.
