酷小说

罗/Henry David Thoreau The wily murmured through the blinds,or puffed with feat hery softness against the windows,and oally sighed like a summer zephyr lifting the leaves along,the livelong night.The meadot in his she sod,the owl has sat in a hollow tree ihe s,the rabbit,the squirrel,and the fox have al l beech-dog has laihe hearth,al e have ...