When I arrived at Lin Village in Dapu, there was a Niu Moling. The car drove up the mountainside, and then it was a walking road. In Hong Kong, it was called the mountain road. It was a dirt road surrounded by slow twists and turns. It was embraced by the green shade and walked forward. The eyes were full of wild scenery.
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When I arrived at Lin Village in Dapu, there was a Niu Moling. The car drove up the mountainside, and then it was a walking road. In Hong Kong, it was called the mountain road. It was a dirt road surrounded by slow twists and turns. It was embraced by the green shade and walked forward. The eyes were full of wild scenery.