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