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