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