The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

sometimes lift it up,

The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

Pieces of green in different shades,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

Watg the outside world carefully,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

rol the nes.

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

looming, smoky,

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

like a mirage,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

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",

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Like patches of green misty o,

like a paradise oh,

There is a b

After a quarter of an hour,

The stream is microwaved,

look around,

crystal clear,

Bend it now and then,