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