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