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