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