The cycle of monotony on the road kept me thinking that i had taken off the highway without realizing it. This time, i did not travel to the mountains for the sake of quietness, to choose a balconian roof, to choose a god of peace, to spend three days in peace. It is important that i choose this place for 40 minutes, and i hope that this reason does not lead me to a wrong decision. From the east exit, it continued on a navigational basis, saving good road conditions and arriving in shibuya valley in 45 minutes. This is mizuura, and if it wasn't for navigation, it's really hard to find this quiet flower. I'll be back in blood. It has been more than four hours since we slept near noon to open our eyes again, after a simple wash, and we intend to feel this. It wasn't my fault that i had a knife in my mouth when i walked out of the door, and then asked the staff to understand that it was a translation from the local people, which was probably the secret. After lunch, the village was quiet and had been wandering around for a long time. The village was not very crowded. Most young people were out to work, most of them elderly and children, and social phenomena were the same everywhere. It is known to the civil manager that all the rooms in this area have been made up of the ancient houses of the local village, and that there are currently about 15 rooms open, each of which is very spacious and suitable for a family or group of companies to set up for a tour, a kitchen, living room, a restaurant, a table for family and friends of good food in such a town, mackerel outside the window, and a sounding of frogs in the field. All the rooms were maintained in the structure of the original logs, and the huge landing window made every scene outside the room a picture hanging on the wall。