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