Summer heads.

On the edge of the West Lake, the willows in front of the lake are dense, and the red lotus flowers are full of flowers.

On the broken bridge, tourists come and go.

An old man with white hair and white beard looked at the lively scene with a smile.

The coarse cloth shirt carried a load on its shoulders, and a yellow wooden barrel hung from the front and back, covered with a thick white cloth.

His complexion was ruddy, and his voice was surprisingly loud: "Eat rice balls!" Eat rice balls! Large rice balls are sold for three copper balls and are small

Chapter 355 of "Traveling Through the Heavens from the Grandpa of the Gourd Baby": The Taoist on the Broken Bridge is hitting in his hand, please wait for a while,

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