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