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