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