Visiting the bee and the flowers

There was a downpour last night

I was going to visit the bee

To ask whether its wings has been wetted by the rain

I met a beetle

Who was crawling on the creeping woodsorrel

I bowed down to say good morning

It shook its head and smiled upon me

I met several morning glories

Who were creeping on the fence

Looking up at the sun

And waving their green hands

I asked them if they had seen the bee

The morning glories turned around and laughed—

The bee,you have to look for it among the flowers over there

OK,fine,thank you very much

I went to visit the bee and the flowers on the other side of the grass

I would like to tell them a secret of the early summer

I also wanted to remind them the thunder,the rain and the hail