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