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