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