windmill
In the place where I was born, South Australia Island.
The windmill is a huge building on the mountain.
It was weird at first, but soon it became a good boy.
People come here and there for sightseeing and wind power generation.
It is also for the development of this frontline island.
Provide energy assistance.
These behemoths come from Denmark.
I often think, what if I come from Spain?
Will Don Quixote follow?
What will happen? Will the devil be defeated?
Spanish knights and German doctors
How many people are there in China?
Can they find rivals or contractors?
But the windmill here is as slender as a virgin.
This keeps my mind from concentrating.
Like a platoon of soldiers, I heard a bunch.
Whistle, run around.
Windmill, can't it be a little more clumsy and dull?
Can't wear out like a waterwheel, don't you hum a song?
Can't it be darkness, like a lonely ghost lying on the ridge?
I know you can't. You are white, flexible and affectionate.
Oh, I finally remembered a network I saw here.
The Battle of Internet Addiction reminds me of a weapon called "Nuclear Harmony".