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