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

looming, smoky,

After a quarter of an hour,

rol the nes.

As if singing the symphony of spring,

look around,

sometimes lift it up,

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

like a mirage,

The stream is microwaved,

crystal clear,

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

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

Watg the outside world carefully,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

Bend it now and then,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Pieces of green in different shades,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

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 mountains are rolling up and down,

The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

There is a b

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

like a paradise oh,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,