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