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