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