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