Potato, red cow

It's almost the end of the Golden Week. Yesterday was the first time his father had laid down his hand and decided to take his family to the Peaching Hole. But still, I thought I'd come back and share it with you, and all I could see was people who couldn't even take it, people who could see it, people who could see it. But I'm glad it's the first time my father's taken us on a trip, but it's not too far away, but it's the family since we got married, and the peach hole has nothing to do with it. He's famous for allowing only one person to come and go, and we've been in line for almost two hours, and we've been up there for almost three hours, and it's taken five hours to get to the top of the mountain, and it's almost 2 p.m., and we're both hungry. I can't believe I'm here! Children are too young to know what danger is, only fun and curiosity in their minds, and it's the first time they've seen such a beautiful sight. It's too late to run all the way up to the cliff, and I'm scared. It was a bit of a failure to hold them together for a moment, and the child was sometimes more casual and could not be left alone. At the bottom of the mountain, there are teahouses, but the price is expensive, and a corn bar is three times the usual size of a dumpling. There are still fewer people to buy for kids. After this lesson, go up to the mountains and buy a big backpack except water, and the mothers with the children must not be lazy and prepare the children for the food。