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