In the heavy and heavy rain, I came to the front of the black waterfall. The waterfall was spectacular, and it was more than twice as large as usual. I rode down the road in front of the waterfall, and to my left, there were many water columns gushing out of the drainage ditch. It was a small waterfall. When I arrived at the hot spring street, it was about seven o'clock.
It was only then that I remembered that there was still filial piety that I had yet to go. It was the name of a tribe called the Wulai, the central station of the ninth route of Tai Province, connected to the back of the forest. Many people said that the back of the barrel was the most beautiful stream in the north of Tai Bei, and it was the secret paradise known by young people in the north of Tai Bei. Those who were fam
