Smoke, smoke. Smoke drifted into the sky. Smoke passed through the striding fields. Ancient chicken manure stinks, and bacon smells good in summer.
The saddle in Xincun Township stinks. There was a bean thief in ancient times.
Press the teeth, plug the field, open the field, hold the stone snail, control the stone snail on the back of the tile to bask in the sun, the cock crows and complains about the hen's wife, and the hen's wife goes up the mountain to take medicine and dies, and the chicken is unreasonable.