The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

There is a bridge over

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

look around,

After a quarter of an hour,

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

The mountains are rolling up and down,

Pieces of green in different shades,

Like patches of green misty ocean,

Bend it now and then,

sometimes lift it up,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

like a paradise on earth,

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,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Watching the outside world carefully,

like a mirage,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

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The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

The stream is microwaved,

looming, smoky,

crystal clear,

nes.

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