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