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