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