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