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