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

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

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

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

like a paradise oh,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

Like patches of green misty o,

rol the nes.

like a mirage,

Watg the outside world carefully,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

sometimes lift it up,

looming, smoky,

Bend it now and then,

look around,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The stream is microwaved,

Pieces of green in different shades,

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

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

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

There is a b

The mountains are rolling up and down,

crystal clear,

After a quarter of an hour,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,