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