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