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