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