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