Monster Tea Party

On the recliner, Xiao Xiao put his hand on his forehead and his eyes were half open and half closed.
The branches above are vertical and horizontal, blocking the too bright sunshine.
The white plum blossoms are translucent and the cold fragrance is refreshing.
A plain sleeve hangs down.
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On the other side of the yard, there are "chirping" and "嘤嘤" sounds coming from the sycamore tree.
Occasionally there is a "gurgling" sound, which is like a child's laughter, but it is a bit weird for no reason.
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The soft touch on his face made him smile, and he thought vaguely: The yard had become so lively before he knew it.
It’s time to have a tea party.