attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The flowers follow the breeze,

Like the melo

The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and pnts by the stream,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Watg the outside world carefully,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

He bent slightly, and at the same time whispered: Wele,

danced lightly,

sometimes lift it up,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

robots wearing maid es,

The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,

look around,

The stream is microwaved,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

Like patches of green misty o,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

Pieces of green in different shades,

looming, smoky,

into the stream,

like a paradise oh,

There is a bridge over the creek,

crystal clear,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

Bend it now and then,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

like a mirage,

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,

't tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,