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