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