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