The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Like patches of green misty ocean,

The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

Bend it now and then,

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

looming, smoky,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Pieces of green in different shades,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

nes.

The stream is microwaved,

like a mirage,

like a paradise on earth,

After a quarter of an hour,

sometimes lift it up,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

look around,

There is a bridge over

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Watching the outside world carefully,

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

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

crystal clear,

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Solanum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

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