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