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