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