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