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