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