Hot Spring BB 02(2/7)

The flowers follow the breeze,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in  

Watching the outside world carefully,

into the stream,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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The grass that just sticks its head out,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

danced lightly,

sometimes lift it up,

Bend it now and then,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

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

; Naughty blowing little bubbles,