like a paradise oh,

looming, smoky,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

sometimes lift it up,

There is a b

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

crystal clear,

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

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

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

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

The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

like a mirage,

After a quarter of an hour,

rol the nes.

Pieces of green in different shades,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The stream is microwaved,

Bend it now and then,

look around,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

Like patches of green misty o,

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

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,