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