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