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