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