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