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