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