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