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