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