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