crystal clear,
like a mirage,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
sometimes lift it up,
Bend it now and then,
The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
like a paradise on earth,
The flowers follow the breeze,
He bent slightly, and at the same time whispered: Welcome,
danced lightly,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
The stream is microwaved,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,
into the stream,
There is a bridge over the creek,
rter of an hour,
look around,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
Can' t tell which is a flower and which i
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
Solanum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,
Watching the outside world carefully,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
Standing in the left and right rows of realistic robots wearing maid costumes,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
Pieces of green in different shades,
looming, smoky,
The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.
The grass that just sticks its head out,