As if singing the symphony of spring,

Like patches of green misty o,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Bend it now and then,

look around,

Pieces of green in different shades,

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

After a quarter of an hour,

like a paradise oh,

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

The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

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

The mountains are rolling up and down,

like a mirage,

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

sometimes lift it up,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

crystal clear,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

rol the nes.

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The stream is microwaved,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

looming, smoky,

There is a b

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,