like a mirage,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
look around,
like a paradise on earth,
Bend it now and then,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
danced lightly,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
crystal clear,
in the left and right rows of realistic robots wearing maid costumes,
The flowers follow the breeze,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
looming, smoky,
into the stream,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
There is a bridge over the creek,
sometimes lift it up,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,
Watching the outside world carefully,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,
He bent slightly, and at the same time whispered: Welcome,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
Solanum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,
Pieces of green in different shades,
Can' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
The stream is microwaved,