attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

There is a bridge over the creek,

look around,

Like the melo

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

Bend it now and then,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

sometimes lift it up,

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

crystal clear,

The stream is microwaved,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

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

Like patches of green misty o,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

into the stream,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

looming, smoky,

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

Pieces of green in different shades,

danced lightly,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

robots wearing maid es,

like a paradise oh,

like a mirage,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The flowers follow the breeze,