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