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