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