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