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