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