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,

Like patches of green misty o,

sometimes lift it up,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

like a paradise oh,

rol the nes.

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Pieces of green in different shades,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

There is a b

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

crystal clear,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

like a mirage,

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

looming, smoky,

look around,

After a quarter of an hour,

Watg the outside world carefully,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

Bend it now and then,

The stream is microwaved,