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