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Watching the outside world carefully,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
He bent slightly, and at the same time whispered: Welcome,
crystal clear,
like a mirage,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
danced lightly,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
Standing in the left and right rows of realistic robots wearing maid costumes,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.
Bend it now and then,
look around,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
Pieces of green in different shades,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
sometimes lift it up,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
looming, smoky,
Solanum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,
rter of an hour,
The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,
into the stream,
The stream is microwaved,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
The flowers follow the breeze,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
like a paradise on earth,
There is a bridge over the creek,
The grass that just sticks its head out,