like a paradise oh,

look around,

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

Pieces of green in different shades,

The stream is microwaved,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

There is a b

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

crystal clear,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

like a mirage,

Bend it now and then,

sometimes lift it up,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

After a quarter of an hour,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

looming, smoky,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

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

The mountains are rolling up and down,

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

rol the nes.

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

Like patches of green misty o,