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