the      lotus      pond,

        The      stream      is      microwaved      and      crystal      clear,

        The      sound      of      rushing      water      is      clear      and      pleasant,

        As      if      singing      the      symphony      of      spring,

        Uer      small      fish      swaying      gracefully,

        Naughty      blowing      little      bubbles,

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

        Sometimes      I      bend      the      flowers      and      pnts      gently,

        Sometimes      the      flowers      and      pnts      are      gently      raised,

        As      if      the      earth      was      breathing      rhythmically,

        Those      little      green      grasses      who      just      stuck      their      heads      out,

        Watg      the      outside      world      cautiously,

        There      is      a      bow      bridge      over      the      creek,

        The      long      branches      on      the      side      of      the      bridge      hang      down      into      strings      and      fall      into      the      stream,

        The      flowers      follow      the      breeze,

        danced      lightly,

        The      flowers      are      fragrant,      the      petals      are      fluttering,

        attracted      a      dazzling      group      of      butterflies,