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