The splash of the creek and the fine grain of sand.
Occasionally there are fish jumping out of the water.
The endless stream of water droplets, from the depths of the valley and grassland,
rned over and lay down.
The reeds swayed in the evening wind.
Create a circle of ripples.
"Passion Fruit No. 5" faces Solanum nigrum.
Tick tock, down wetting the glossy hibiscus orchid fluff,
The mirror-like surface of the water fluctuated.
Like a flood, thousands of horses galloped wildly, wet into pieces after piece,
The numbness swept the whole body wave after wave along the blood vessels,
The spasm comfortably flew into the clouds, and the whole person was limply close to Dou Hua,
The turbulent translucent milky spring water,
The petite panting meow reverberates throughout the restroom,
Weeds are dense.
Sitting astride on the lap of nightshade.
Glittering with a faint starlight.
The vast world, the vast universe, fluttering, wandering between heaven and earth...
Water waves on the creek.
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"Passion Fruit No. 5" trembled slightly all over,
Breathing in fresh air with open mouth.
A gust of wind blew by.
After 5 minutes.
The muscles under the lower abdomen contract suddenly and suddenly, and the whole body twists up and down involuntarily.
The fish swim to the surface in groups.
Turned over and fell back into the water.
A white light flashed before my eyes, a little bit of Venus,