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