Saleswoman 02(2/7)

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

danced lightly,

Bend it now and then,

into the stream,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The grass that just sticks its head out,

sometimes lift it up,

The flowers follow the breeze,

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Watching the outside world carefully,

;swaying gracefully,

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