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