attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

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

danced lightly,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Like patches of green misty o,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

Bend it now and then,

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

crystal clear,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

There is a bridge over the creek,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

like a paradise oh,

look around,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

Pieces of green in different shades,

looming, smoky,

The stream is microwaved,

into the stream,

robots wearing maid es,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

like a mirage,

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

Like the melo

Watg the outside world carefully,

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

sometimes lift it up,