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