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,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

like a paradise oh,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

look around,

Bend it now and then,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

The stream is microwaved,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

looming, smoky,

Watg the outside world carefully,

rol the nes.

Pieces of green in different shades,

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

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

like a mirage,

sometimes lift it up,

There is a b

Like patches of green misty o,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

crystal clear,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

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

After a quarter of an hour,