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