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