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