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