The scarecrow thrush tells us that we should be good at understanding everything around us, dare to show our expertise and grasp a "degree".

The thrush in the poem is described as timid but alert and has a beautiful song. It lives in seclusion in the mountains, free from worldly fetters, enjoys natural scenes such as blooming flowers and lush birdcages, and doesn't care about material wealth such as gold belts and purple robes.