Ancient poems about playing with my world

Woodland house is great, and the last fortress has two doors.

A dungeon, a wall. The undersea temple is empty.

There is only one well in the village, but there is no treasure chest in the sand temple in the plain.

After three and a half days of hard work, I was lying in bed with two blood injuries.

Canyon village, high martial arts. Project column, hide and seek.

There are no strange cages in the dungeon, and the crystal of the last landlord island is dead.

The octagonal yellow sand surrounds the clear water, and the poison bow is consistent, spreading everywhere.

The ice pricks the ground, and the single column is bright. At the end of the boat, half bright and half dark.

Hell generates the main world, and the floating track technology is strong.

Archimedes' ship stopped moving, and the ghost box suffocated the emperor.

The soil under your feet becomes empty. Terminal land and flowing magma.

Headless pistons devour everything and break the bedrock.

On the jungle temple, the border barrier protects the village. Abandoned mines lead to emptiness. Hell castle, bedrock storage room.

There is no treasure chest next to the brush cage, but it is placed in the Ocean Monument River.

The squares in the box turned into air, and the fortress was on the entrance well.

Figure Gigabit, light storage. Re-file a case to hurt.

The brightness is unbalanced, and the red stone circuit flashes back.

Night vision looks up in five colors and swims backwards on the water wall.

Octopus flies, floating grass. Gravel falls and looks through the wall.

When the torch is short of coal, it will expand until the crawler explodes.

The village produced desert temples, roads and farmland roofs.

Fake map, real profiteer. Blacksmith's shop, mud box.

A grassland surrounded by ice and snow, a village with a single house sitting in the middle.

If the Redstone is not charged, put on a horse and rope and change places.

Sandy grass, so tenacious. Aquatic sugarcane grows in rocks.

The peak goes straight to the top of the world, and the mountains continue to bury the villages.

When the furnace burns iron, the ore goes out automatically. Where did the half group of diamonds go?

Ghost block, invisible wall. Vines on trees grow in the air.

The plains and hills are cut into a line, and the mountains are hidden among the ultra-flat mountains.

The skeleton is not as rigid as an archer, but unfolds in two dimensions.

Lotus on the soil, frost in the water, and light in the cave where the sun and the moon are unknown.

I will sit there, holding a fishing rod, lying lazily by the stream, with a fishing rod and a kite.

Fortunately, the cage is empty, and the color clock in the display box shows.

Canyon village, between heaven and earth, in front of villagers' houses.

Plateau bats, coyotes, stiff spiders and small white leaves hide.

The compass is spinning in the main boundary, and the golden bell actually points to the sun in the middle of the night.

Online friends, lying in the air. Serve the Lord and sleep half a bed alone.

The undersea fortress stands firmly on the ground, and rootless giant trees float on the clouds.

There is a bright wall in the dark, and there is lightning in the sky.

Wrong mapping every day. Empty arrows, panic in my heart.

Hide-and-seek on the roof of the village, and chickens and cows without bodies are rampant.

Evil spirits fly around the waves and players come to play table tennis.

My world is amazing, and no BUG has its own characteristics.