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