Brazil, a beautiful region, a thousand years ago, Brazil has not yet a strong property market, a look of endless nature filled with the taste of fen, when the Spaniards have not yet found the Americas.
An Indian tribe in South America is blowing the eternal tone of ancient times, and the wild, elegant notes are moving in the little tribe.
The wizards had begun to prepare for the sacrificial mince, the leader's eagle returned from the sky, today did not need to hunt, the tribesmen came to life, they excited for the annual tribal event.
In the morning, musicians have blown traditional musical instruments, the sound of the mountains thick wind blowing away the sleep, the clanbed began to take care of the surrounding work, they used the fastest speed to clean up the sheep's hair.
Some of the women went to the forest to pick wild fruit and dried firewood, and the men, with their soon-to-be-grown children, raced on horseback to race with pride and honor, cheering as horseshoes stirred up a storm of wind and sand.
At the age of 13, his father was the leader of the tribe and the strongest man in the tribe, and the leader always received honors at every annual tribal event.
With eight months to go, a bone needs to go to a nearby tribe to win the favor of his heart, and if he can win the heart of a beautiful Indian girl, it means that he is truly a husband who can take on family responsibilities.
"Father, I've been practicing for a year and I'm sure I'll be honored in the competition. "The bone riding on the back of the horse said to the father.
"There's my strong wind!" "My father, as the leader of the tribe, was concise and capable in his language.
Father Boo is 28 years old, his elegant and elegant by the people's respect, when women see the leader, women will laugh and greet him, women's husbands will not be jealous, all people love the leader, peace and happiness within the tribe is the first, the leader's five years of management is worthy of recognition.
The mother led the women to the far the far world to pick the delicious and juicy wild fruit, the mother is the northern tribal leader's eyes of the eldest daughter, the eyes for their daughter named light, when cloth into the world of light, they become relatives, and with the help of the eye, opened up a new frontier.
Today, Light's job is simple, and she wants all the women in the tribe to experience the beauty of Brazil's borders with joy.
The women were playing and talking about their favorite topics.
On the field, dusty, the old man will be in the circle of sheep to other places, milking, the production of a strong smell of the main meal.
Young men revel in horseback, Cloth in the riding race to win the first, men's respect for cloth has been consistent, cloth excellent implementation has always been, his style is the consensus of the clan.
The cycling competition with his peers is about to begin, with partners rubbing their hands and hoping to win the honour.
When the horse began to run wild, cloth will also focus on his son, a bone tightly leaning on the horse back, ups and downs of the dust, the horse's soaring shadow leaping over the earth, seems to cross the mountains, leaping clouds.
Leader Boo's eagle flew high above the sky, adding to the atmosphere of sky power in this grand euracyst.