Poem of the garden

There is a treasure park in my neighborhood.

The park created on the rice paddy field is like a bamboo shoot

Large apartment villages are formed and many residents use it.

He became a natural treasure.

Park managers also make a lot of effort for the convenience and emotions of the residents.

I lean. We plant and care for fine flowers in season, and relax

I'm trying to be a restaurant. But carefully

Even the empty seats in the garden of the garden

If the visitor Clover is a little vigilant, he will be seated.

Widen and push the flowers out of the flower bed and become the owner.

The lyrics to a songwriter called Weed Life

Moolan, who is thinking about dying

Was this vital from the beginning?

How much hardship and trampling have you reached today?

Dare to become an Moolan

from weeds and learn a lot