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