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