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