The white and low houses are scattered in an orderly manner on the mountain roads and fields, and outside the villages are fields that look like a chessboard.
At the entrance of the town, a large sign was erected with a banner running through the middle. The general meaning was Happy Holidays, wishing everyone happiness from fine wine.
When their carriage stopped in the town, many people from nearby had already arrived. A circular stage had been built in the town, with various performances on it: flowing and dancing fireballs, snowflakes that transformed into angelic shadows, and ice sculptures that suddenly solidified in the summer.
Some children were cheering and running on the street with kites in their hands. The long tails of the kites floated far away as they ran.
At this moment, various beer barrels and bottles are placed on the street, and the aroma of malt fills the air along with the beer.
Some beers just taken out of the cellar, still a little cold, make the travelers from afar excited, and most of them will buy a cup to quench their thirst.
Among them were many caravan owners from other places who toured the town, tasted the food themselves, and tried to find a good partner.
"Let's get out of the car, Margaret."
"Yes, dear."
The man in the red hat and the makeup artist stepped out of the carriage, arm in arm, like a newlywed couple. The blue-haired girl holding the doll also stepped out.
What meets the eye is a cheerful scene. Guests dressed in various styles can be seen on the streets. Both sides of the streets are lined with neatly decorated and bustling shops. Old people, children, men and women are walking slowly on the streets of this small town.
The town in front of me is not crowded, but rather leisurely and peaceful. There are not many people here, and travelers walk on the bluestone streets. The small amount of water accumulated after the rain forms small transparent puddles, reflecting the mirror-like sky.
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