Rose has grown up wants to go outside the fences want to watch the neighbors
A lamp near the neighboring doors with a view through the peephole
A motorcyclist on a motorcycle rushes through fields and forests probably to his madam from a neighboring village
The muzzle of a red cat follows a neighbor's cat against a background of greenery
The wheel is spinning, spinning, as if my whole life is before my eyes
Ferari is my favorite car to drive through the streets of my native village
My son and I cook peach jam, where my son separates the peach halves