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