Saleswoman 02(2/7)

The flowers follow the breeze,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Watching the outside world carefully,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

There is a bridge over the creek,

&

;swaying gracefully,

Bend it now and then,

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

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

sometimes lift it up,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

into the stream,

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The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

danced lightly,