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