The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

like a mirage,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

like a paradise on earth,

Pieces of green in different shades,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

Watching the outside world carefully,

look around,

Like the melody of musical notes beating on Ge

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

sometimes lift it up,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

crystal clear,

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There is a bridge over the creek,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

looming, smoky,

Solanum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

Like patches of green misty ocean,

d costumes,

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The stream is microwaved,

Bend it now and then,

into the stream,

danced lightly,

The flowers follow the breeze,