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