Net Red 02(2/7)

sometimes lift it up,

There is a bridge over the creek,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Watching the outside world carefully,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

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

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

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The grass that just sticks its head out,

Bend it now and then,

nbsp; is clear and pleasant,