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