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

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Pieces of green in different shades,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

rol the nes.

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The stream is microwaved,

After a quarter of an hour,

Bend it now and then,

looming, smoky,

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

look around,

sometimes lift it up,

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

The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

Like patches of green misty o,

like a paradise oh,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

There is a b

like a mirage,

crystal clear,