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