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