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