Three fur balls woke up Chun Ting

Guiyuan Homestay in Dali Ancient Town When I rolled up the curtains in the morning, the water drops from the eaves happened to hit the moss on the well platform - snap, crisply ending the wind and rain last night🌧️ Miss Fuxing always has the style of a lady from a noble family, steady, sitting upright on a canvas deck chair licking her paws🐾 but the tip of her tail honestly patted the armrest of the chair. Yuanbao, the rascal, didn't care about that. He kicked over the copper water scoop hanging beside the stone mortar with one claw, startling the golden egg to jump out from the shadow of the pine tree, covered with the fragrance of pine needles🌲 These three little ancestors, they turned the dewy morning light into honey🍯 Looking at the golden egg chasing its own tail in circles, it looked like a golden melon seed that fell into the bluestone slab, and it bounced so much that the old well edge had smile wrinkles😄 Yuanbao was the smartest. He pretended to catch a butterfly but made a feint, knocking Fuxing off balance. The hawksbill young master, who was used to being well-behaved, finally broke his act, leaped onto the well platform in three or two steps, and used plum blossoms to print poems on the wet stone surface🌸 The wormwood balls under the corridor were still warm, and the tea smoke was climbing up with the ancient vines🍵 Look at this spring morning that was wrinkled by cat claws - Yuanbao grabbed my clothes to ask for dried fish, Yuanbao showed half of his snowy belly among the pine branches, and Fuxing sat in the old position again, but the tip of his tail was stained with a piece of pretty peach petals🌼 The days washed by rain should be so fresh, do you agree or not? ✨