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