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