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