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