Bend it now and then,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

Like patches of green misty o,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

Pieces of green in different shades,

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

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

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

look around,

There is a b

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

like a paradise oh,

After a quarter of an hour,

rol the nes.

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

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

The stream is microwaved,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

looming, smoky,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

like a mirage,

crystal clear,

sometimes lift it up,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The mountains are rolling up and down,