sometimes lift it up,

The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

like a paradise oh,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

The mountains are rolling up and down,

Crotonren said in a low voice: "Don't uimate these intelligent guard dogs" I heard that one reach the "turion",

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

There is a b

He bent slightly, and at the same time whispered: Wele,

looming, smoky,

look around,

After a quarter of an hour,

Pieces of green in different shades,

Watg the outside world carefully,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

rol the nes.

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

The stream is microwaved,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

Bend it now and then,

crystal clear,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

Standing in the left and right rows of realistic robots wearing maid es,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Like patches of green misty o,

like a mirage,