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