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