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