The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Pieces of green in different shades,

After a quarter of an hour,

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sometimes lift it up,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

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

There is a bridge over

look around,

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,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

crystal clear,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

like a mirage,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

nes.

The stream is microwaved,

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

Solanum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

like a paradise on earth,

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

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

Like patches of green misty ocean,

The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

Watching the outside world carefully,