147 Hot Spring BB 02(1/7)

147 Hot Spring B&B 02

Looking far away, the houses are misty and smoky,

like a mirage,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

looming, smoky,

like a paradise on earth,

Pieces of green in different shades,

Like patches of green misty ocean,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

The stream is microwaved,

crystal clear,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,

Bend it now and then,

sometimes lift it up,

As if the earth was breathing&nbs

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