he bed under the roof

i would like to be o shuai, the d and frost of the upper guard

sprkle and clean up the pillow seats, and chong fen gives di xiang

heavy hoeholds are tied with gold, and chese stirrups are high

the clothes are reoved fro the towel and powder, and the pictures are listed and the pillows are dispyed

the p girl is y teacher, and her anners are plentiful

all the hbands hope to see, the eperor of the old church

le oss night ic, toothless and unfettable!

the hoes the distance are isty and soky,

like a ira,

the ountas are rollg up and down,

loog, soky,

like a paradise on earth,

pieces of green different shades,

like patches of green isty ocean,

there is a sall strea beside the lot pond,

the strea is icrowaved,

crystal clear,

the und of rhg water is clear and pleasant,

as if sgg the syphony of sprg,

underwater sall fish swayg gracefully,

naughty blog little bubbles,

the d caressed all kds of flowers and pnts by the strea,

bend it now and then,

tis lift it up,

as if the earth was breathg rhythically,

the grass that jt sticks its head out,

watchg the outside world carefully,

there is a brid over the creek,

the long branches on the side of the brid hang a strg,

to the strea,

the flowers follow the breeze,

danced lightly,

the flowers are fragrant, the petals are ftterg,

attracted a dazzlg group of butterflies,

can&039;t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly

the shirg light of fireflies shuttled through the grass

the cicadas on the trees and the frogs the lot pond,

like the lody of ical notes beatg on u-h,

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