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