In a quiet village, a few steps up the stream, there is an old house impressively. I was still a little worried when I drove all the way, until I met, my heart was completely let go. In summer evenings, there is a cool breeze, cicadas screaming, during the day children walking on the water by the creek, or playing in the porch, you can also use the trampoline slide, just as a guest in the distant mountains, not luxurious but very comfortable. When we were out, the young lady came for an umbrella because of the shower; noticed that there were children, so she served a non-spicy meal; the host knocked down the pears in front of the door and the peaches in the back mountain, everything was just right. I like reading in the quiet front hall at night, as if I'm at home at ease. The swimming pool is dug, and the fruit trees in the back mountain are ready to be planted. I look forward to a better encounter next time.
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