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