as if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
the grass that just sticks its head out,
watg the outside world carefully,
as if singing the symphony of spring,
uer small fish swaying gracefully,
naughty blowing little bubbles,
pieces of green in different shades,
like patches of green misty o,
there is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
the fan on the fan tower is turning slowly,
the houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
like a mirage,
so clear in the still air,
the eyeshes on gertie' s eyes trembled gently in the night wind,
mu erng' s heart also trembled as the flowers and pnts swayed,
biting the thin ear bead,
with an expression of te and intoxication on his face,
the two stared at each other deeply,
mu erng stared hungry at gertie with watery eyes
gertie helped mull undress,
mu erng also ' t wait to get rid of gertie' s coat,
the cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
like the melody of musical notes beating on geum-hyun,
pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
the flowers follow the breeze,
danced lightly,
the flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
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the spring breeze is warm in the daytime,
there is a bridge over the creek,
the long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
into the stream,
the wind caressed all kinds of flowers and pnts by the stream,
bend it now and then,
sometimes lift it up,
the stream is microwaved,
crystal clear,
the sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
the mountains are rolling up and down,
looming, smoky,
like a paradise oh,
the unexpressed longing in my heart,
unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,
thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,
staring at the beautiful carcass covered in light sand,
hold gertie tightly with both hands,
warm tongue keeps lig and kissing the back of the neck,
after three quarters of an hour
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shut the door,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
the shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
a little damp,
blow on the face,
but it' s a bit like the smell of tidbits brushing my face,