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