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