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