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