Walking into the gate of the yard, you will see a small round garden. I will also tell you that the colorful butterflies here are my good friends. Every day when I walk into the garden, they dance to greet me. If I see someone hurting them (catching butterflies), I will ask that person to let them go. If not, I will say, "Little butterflies also have lives!" The sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the garden is also my good friend. Every August, it becomes a fragrance that spreads ten miles. The rice-sized beige petals sway in the wind. When I see someone trying to pick all the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers and put them in a jar, I will say to that person, "If you pick them all, others will not be able to smell the refreshing sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance when they pass by."
