The grass that just sticks its head out,
Crotonren said in a low voice: "Don' t uimate these intelligent guard dogs" I heard that one reach the "turion",
like a mirage,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and pnts by the stream,
Bend it now and then,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
He bent slightly, and at the same time whispered: Wele,
crystal clear,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
look around,
the nes.
As if singing the symphony of spring,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
looming, smoky,
Standing in the left and right rows of realistic robots wearing maid es,
After a quarter of an hour,
Uer small fish swaying gracefully,
sometimes lift it up,
There is a bridge
Pieces of green in different shades,
The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.
The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,
like a paradise oh,
Like patches of green misty o,
The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,
The stream is microwaved,
Watg the outside world carefully,