GGuest UserLive in the quail, have your own phoenix, merge into the sea, gather in the middle of the river. This stay, actually got this place...
When I started, I felt the spring breeze. The waiter was attentive, carrying luggage, returning to the warm towel, giving good drinks, and being properly. The windows of the guest rooms are bright and clean, and the soup is hot and cool. The sleep is more awkward, and the air conditioner is not disturbed. The pillow is soft and light, and the night is quiet; the surroundings are quiet and the mountains are living. More to think about the little girl, actually got dolls to give, childish appearance, this heart has turned spring water.
The desk is so-so, the handwriting is warm, it is actually a handbook. When this floating world, the ink fragrance is difficult to find, and after reading, it is like a former person. Looking back, I suddenly remembered the poem of the former virtuous: This is not far from the Spring Mountain, and there are flowers and flowers. Such hospitality, I think it is deep and the sea is full of feelings.
He was tired of swimming in the rivers and lakes, and the sound of the leaves was that there were old people sweeping the couch. May he return then and still make tea and wait, as if he saw the old people.
Tunjuk Lagi