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