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