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