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The flowers follow the breeze,
crystal clear,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.
He bent slightly, and at the same time whispered: Welcome,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
look around,
Standing in the left and right rows of realistic robots wearing maid costumes,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
Solanum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,
The stream is microwaved,
The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,
sometimes lift it up,
Bend it now and then,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
danced lightly,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,
rter of an hour,
Watching the outside world carefully,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
into the stream,
Pieces of green in different shades,
like a mirage,
like a paradise on earth,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
There is a bridge over the creek,
looming, smoky,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
The grass that just sticks its head out,