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