square face, dark eyes,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

"Moon Vilge" "Love You Smart Self-Driving Spaceship" Port Hall,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The nose is rge and fleshy, with a hypertrophy ar and a fleshy round nose.

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

173 cm,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The ter of the upper eyelid is slightly promi,

Sometimes the flowers and pnts are gently raised,

Like patches of green misty o,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

Walking in front is the 30-year-old Bao Dailin, the head of the group.

As if singing the symphony of spring,

a babbling stream of water,

like a mirage,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

danced lightly,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

Watg the outside world cautiously,

like a paradise oh,

The hair is slightly snted, the dividing line is obvious,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

looming, smoky,

The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,

The long branches on the side of the bridge hang down into strings and fall into the stream,

July.

Pieces of green in different shades,

The flowers follow the breeze,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,

The man is long and wid

The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and pnts by the stream,

The Earth Archaeological Society, which is looking for treasure from the earth, appears.

Those little green grasses who just stuck their heads out,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

The ears are broad and round,

Sometimes I bend the flowers and pnts gently,

't tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly

There is a bow bridge over the creek,