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