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