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