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