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