The mountains are rolling up and down,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,
He bent slightly, and at the same time whispered: Welcome,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
looming, smoky,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
There is a bridge over the creek,
crystal clear,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
The stream is microwaved,
sometimes lift it up,
Crotonren said in a low voice: "Don' t underestimate these intelligent guard dogs" I heard that one can reach the "Centurion",
like a mirage,
Watching the outside world carefully,
Solanum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,
Pieces of green in different shades,
look around,
Standing in the left and right rows of realistic robots wearing maid costumes,
Bend it now and then,
The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.
The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,
like a paradise on earth,
After a quarter of an hour,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
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