There is a bow bridge over the creek,
square face, dark eyes,
The Earth Archaeological Society, which is looking for treasure from the earth, appears.
The ears are broad and round,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
bbling stream of water,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
Walking in front is the 30-year-old Bao Dailin, the head of the group.
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
173 cm,
Those little green grasses who just stuck their heads out,
"Moon Vilge" "Love You Smart Self-Driving Spaceship" Port Hall,
Watg the outside world cautiously,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The nose is rge and fleshy, with a hypertrophy ar and a fleshy round nose.
pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
like a mirage,
Pieces of green in different shades,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and pnts by the stream,
' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
Uer small fish swaying gracefully,
The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,
The hair is slightly snted, the dividing line is obvious,
Sometimes I bend the flowers and pnts gently,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
The man is long and wide, the
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
like a paradise oh,
July.
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang down into strings and fall into the stream,
The ter of the upper eyelid is slightly promi,
looming, smoky,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
Sometimes the flowers and pnts are gently raised,
danced lightly,
Like patches of green misty o,
The flowers follow the breeze,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,