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