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