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