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