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