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