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