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