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