Watg the outside world carefully,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

The stream is microwaved,

There is a b

look around,

The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

Like patches of green misty o,

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

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

like a paradise oh,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

sometimes lift it up,

like a mirage,

Bend it now and then,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Pieces of green in different shades,

rol the nes.

The mountains are rolling up and down,

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

crystal clear,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

looming, smoky,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

After a quarter of an hour,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,