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