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