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