欧宝娱乐

“Chris was in the rocker, fully clothed, and was strumming idly on
Cory's guitar. "Dance, ballerina, dance," he softly chanted, and his
singing voice wasn't bad at all. Maybe we could work as musicians---a
trio -if Carrie ever recovered enough to want a voice again.”
― V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

“One by one and then together the birds chanted, warbled, whistled, and cooed, like a rare desert plant bursting into life after the rain.”
― Mike Bond, The Last Savanna