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