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