Saleswoman 02(2/7)

The grass that just sticks its head out,

into the stream,

Watching the outside world carefully,

Bend it now and then,

There is a bridge over the creek,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

&

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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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,

danced lightly,

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

;swaying gracefully,

sometimes lift it up,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,