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