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