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