like a paradise on earth,

look around,

Pieces of green in different shades,

Solanum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

sometimes lift it up,

Bend it now and then,

The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

Like the melody of musical notes beating on Ge

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Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Can't tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

The stream is microwaved,

The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,

like a mirage,

crystal clear,

The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,

He bent slightly, and at the same time whispered: Welcome,

looming, smoky,

d costumes,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The flowers follow the breeze,

There is a bridge over the creek,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

into the stream,

Like patches of green misty ocean,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

Watching the outside world carefully,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

danced lightly,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

The grass that just sticks its head out,