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The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
like a mirage,
The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,
The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.
There is a bridge over the creek,
The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,
looming, smoky,
rter of an hour,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
Pieces of green in different shades,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
like a paradise on earth,
into the stream,
sometimes lift it up,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
Bend it now and then,
danced lightly,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The stream is microwaved,
He bent slightly, and at the same time whispered: Welcome,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
Watching the outside world carefully,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
Solanum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
Standing in the left and right rows of realistic robots wearing maid costumes,
The flowers follow the breeze,
look around,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
crystal clear,