The day before yesterday, there was a fierce storm, and there was a new bustle in the wet land. The seedlings of morning glory are like green butterflies, not hurried or slow, which is exactly the season. Mulberry tree knotted leaves

The day before yesterday, there was a fierce storm, and there was a new bustle in the wet land.

The seedlings of morning glory are like green butterflies, not hurried or slow, which is exactly the season.

The leaves on the mulberry tree are thin and small, but the mutated white mulberry has a silkworm-like fat.

The weeds randomly spotted and painted on the land, much like the handwriting of a child.

The golden needle worm crawled into the worm's eyes on the falling apple and curiously crawled its entire body into it.

The leaf that fell to the ground, hahaha, turned out to be the first leaf of the duck plant.

Little mushrooms that don't know, or alone, or in groups of three or five, holding their umbrellas.

It's all their own appearance, and I give them cuteness and sincerity, so that I feel like I'm stepping into a child's world and feeling their kindness and fun.