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