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