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