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