Hot Spring BB 02(2/7)

Bend it now and then,

The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in  

sometimes lift it up,

Watching the outside world carefully,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The grass that just sticks its head out,

; Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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There is a bridge over the creek,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

danced lightly,

into the stream,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

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