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