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