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