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