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