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