The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

crystal clear,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

Pieces of green in different shades,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

After a quarter of an hour,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Watg the outside world carefully,

like a mirage,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

rol the nes.

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

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

Like patches of green misty o,

The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

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

The stream is microwaved,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

look around,

Bend it now and then,

sometimes lift it up,

like a paradise oh,

There is a b

The mountains are rolling up and down,

looming, smoky,

The grass that just sticks its head out,