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