Huan Xi Sha|The autumn wind rises, and the poetic atmosphere is strong.

|The autumn wind blows, and the poetic atmosphere becomes stronger. There came a sound of rubbing leaves in the woods. It was the fingers of autumn. The sun warms the walls, and the night breeze cools them. The sweet-scented osmanthus in front of the door retains its evening color, The curtains here cast a faint autumn light. Wanfu Libo Hotel [Huanxisha New Chinese Afternoon Tea] In the evening when autumn is coming, Come and feel the richness and poetry of this season~