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