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