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