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