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