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