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Naughty blowing little bubbles,
The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,
Pieces of green in different shades,
like a paradise on earth,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
There is a bridge over the creek,
look around,
rter of an hour,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
Bend it now and then,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
Watching the outside world carefully,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
crystal clear,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
He bent slightly, and at the same time whispered: Welcome,
into the stream,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
The flowers follow the breeze,
Solanum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
sometimes lift it up,
looming, smoky,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Standing in the left and right rows of realistic robots wearing maid costumes,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
like a mirage,
The stream is microwaved,
The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.
danced lightly,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,
As if singing the symphony of spring,