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