Hot Spring BB 02(2/7)

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Bend it now and then,

Watching the outside world carefully,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

; Naughty blowing little bubbles,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

sometimes lift it up,

into the stream,

danced lightly,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in  

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,