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