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