It should be a very happy thing for a mouse that will be a hole. On a hillside of the sun, dig a sunny hole, put on the cave with a sunny grass, be a warm home. If you have an incident, let us make a happy mouse. Let me tell you, how to find me in the lower world, you have to remember. That place, far away is white snow, snowline is a blush forest, the edge of the forest is a hillside in the sun, growing with green grass with Yincin. There is a neat hole in the Central Central, and a bow is not in the four seasons in the edge of the cave. 10 meters away from the cave, cross a Qing Dynasty, the water, sang a song in the first year. Remember that the hole in the cave, a mouse wearing glasses, every day, sunbathe. That is a unique mouse with a unique glasses in the world. That is me. Look at the home I dig, in the hillside of the sun, the fresh mountain wind with snow, the aroma is gently blowing, the boundless green grass flashes in the sun in the sun, beautiful? I don't worry with me. Eat is green-free green grass, breathing is the air filtered air, drinking the water in the rock, living in the middle of the hoisting of the dug. Don't have to hurry every day, don't worry about others, you don't worry, you are not afraid of being counted, every day, what you do is snuggling together. The back of the sun, then turn over to the belly, all the way rolled on the water side. I heard the story to you at night, talking in the mountains, there is a fox, becoming a beautiful girl, marry a happy man, I want to meet one. You smile and scratch my mouse with a mouse, say your mouse, in addition to me, who will marry you. Oh, this story is not tired of all life.
We have a group of small mice, don't worry about the house is not enough, I dig me to dig me to dig excavate to ensure a house in each rat. Look at them into the sky, climbed from our body, climbed from the boundless grass. We cuddled, tolerant looked at their innocent, no need to worry, you can't get a good job. When I have dinner, I listen to you singularly call: Ayi, Ai Second, A San, Ashi, Ashu, Ah ... Go home to eat, the sound is long, and the mountains are ringing. In the winter, the snow-sealed mountains, we hide in the warm grass pile to go online, see those people who are in the past, they are more stupid, or choose to be people. Seeing that they are busy, just like a raging stick, see one, one, one to the arm, to the last two hands, no. Look at them, they seriously quarrel, the red neck is thick, and the noisy is actually a confused thing. Oh, it will laugh up our mouse. Do a pair of stupid mice, stupidly love, alive, is to keep it, in order to give each other. Do a pair of the most loyal mice, only you and me in the eyes of the life, you are the most beautiful in the eyes of each life. Love is like the grass on the hillside, pure natural, not stained in a dusty dirt. Waiting until the mice grow up, they all look for their happiness, and the hillside will restore the peace of our initial encounter. Waiting until our mouse is falling, we are still snuggling, let me smash your grass and feed you. I also tell you a story, you are still so pure, we will continue to make a happy mouse together in the next world.
