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