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