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