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