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