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