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