Hot Spring B&B 02 The empty courtyard is full of sunshine and flowers, The beauty in red makeup is sleeping in the daytime, The neighbors do not know what is in the dream, Only see the jade hairpin when the pillow falls, Looking far away, the houses are misty and smoky, like a mirage, The mountains are rolling up and down, looming, smoky, like a paradise oh, Pieces of green in different shades, Like patches of green misty o, There is a small stream beside the lotus pond, The stream is microwaved, crystal clear, The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant, As if singing the symphony of spring, Uer small fish swaying gracefully, Naughty blowing little bubbles, The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and pnts by the stream, Bend it now and then, sometimes lift it up, As if the earth was breathing rhythmically, The grass that just sticks its head out, Watg the outside world carefully, There is a bridge over the creek, The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string, into the stream, The flowers follow the breeze, danced lightly, The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering, attracted a dazzling group of butterflies, &039;