Hello 🙋‍♂️ Kini saya datang lagi untuk membuat review patung yang amat sinonim dengan nostalgia saya sewaktu saya masih kecil lagi, iaitu Tien Shin Han daripada Dragon Ball Z! Saya sebenarnya ingin berterus

Are we there yet? No! Are we there yet? No! Are we--- One of the funniest running gags in early #dbz abridged! Dragon Ball is such a cool anime.~ #anime #funny #vegeta #nappa #comedy

#DAY7: Share something you find funny. Nappa from DBZ Abridged by #TeamFourStar! This guy is even more insane & stupid than his original version! For Nappa everything is a game! Did I mention he's

The autumn evening is so sad ... Print this The autumn evening is so sad; Adjacent the eyes of the melting sunset ... The forests are silent in a cold sleep Over dull gold glades. The lakes faded away

The Old Hut Print this The Old Hut All in the snow stands. Grandma the old woman From the window he looks. Grandchildren-shalunishkam Knee-deep in the snow. I enjoyed the children Quick sled running ...

Here is a river full of water ... Print this Here is a river full of water It draws white ice. The summer breathes a summer From cold water. I'm with rebellious thoughts Yes with a soul drunk Full of vernal

Crow Print this Here is a crow on the roof sloping So since the winter and remained shaggy ... And already in the air - vernal ringing, Even the spirit took care of the crow ... Suddenly she jumped sideways

Wilderness of native forest ... Print this Wilderness of native forest, Yellow sheets. Bright veil Late beauty. Died far away Later words, There were speeches - Memory is all alive.

The storm passed, and a branch of white roses ... Print this The storm passed, and a branch of white roses In the window to me breathes aroma ... Still the grass is full of transparent tears, And the thunder

In the meadow Print this Forests are more visible in the distance, The blue heavens, Visible and blacker On a plowed field, And children's voiced Above the meadow of voice. Spring goes by side, But where

Summer evening Print this Last rays of sunset Lie on the field of compressed rye. A nap of a pink hug Grass of an unlisted border. No breeze, no cry of a bird, Above the grove is the red disk of the moon,

Bunny Print this Little Bunny On a wet hollow Before the eyes were amused White flowers ... In the autumn we cried Thin blade of grass, Paws come On the yellow leaves. Gloomy, rainy Autumn has come, All

The golden valley ... Print this The golden valley You go, him and dick. The crane is melting in the sky Removing scream. Zamer, it seems, at the zenith A sad voice, a long sound. Infinitely draws threads