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

Bend it now and then,

looming, smoky,

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

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

like a paradise oh,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

look around,

crystal clear,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

There is a b

Watg the outside world carefully,

After a quarter of an hour,

Pieces of green in different shades,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

sometimes lift it up,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Like patches of green misty o,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

rol the nes.

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

The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

The stream is microwaved,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

like a mirage,