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Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
Pieces of green in different shades,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
look around,
The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,
crystal clear,
sometimes lift it up,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
Watching the outside world carefully,
looming, smoky,
There is a bridge over the creek,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
like a mirage,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
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,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
like a paradise on earth,
Solanum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,
danced lightly,
The stream is microwaved,
The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.
As if singing the symphony of spring,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
The flowers follow the breeze,
He bent slightly, and at the same time whispered: Welcome,
rter of an hour,
The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,
into the stream,
Bend it now and then,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,