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