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