Dark clouds shrouded the earth,
The small river flowed in front of the house,
The pear trees were already full of golden pears,
And the cacti looked like gods.
The turquoise grass is lying on the ground and sleeping soundly,
And the rapeseed has grown into rapeseed.
When the wind comes, they support each other, just like old friends for many years.
The children in the distance have already raised their kites into the sky, where eagles and butterflies dance lightly.
The swings in the backyard are also interacting back and forth.
It turns out that we have entered summer from spring.
It turns out that we have found landscape gardens from the haze.
It turns out that when we belonged to this era, the era has become another new master.
