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