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