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