As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Bend it now and then,

into the stream,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

look around,

d costumes,

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

Watching the outside world carefully,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

Like the melody of musical notes beating on Ge

like a mirage,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

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

like a paradise on earth,

sometimes lift it up,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

looming, smoky,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

crystal clear,

Solanum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

danced lightly,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

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Like patches of green misty ocean,

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

The stream is microwaved,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

There is a bridge over the creek,

Pieces of green in different shades,

The flowers follow the breeze,