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