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