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