Diary of Wan Fenglin riding a bike

In the evening, after we simply packed our bags, we strolled to the foot of the mountain to rent our own car.

Cars. In the villages of Wan Fenglin, there are many car rental offices. It seems that we are so beautiful in the field

The scenery attracts many cyclists! It's too late to ride to the highlands, and the sunset is like splashing ink.

Covered with mountain peaks. The mountain peak, in the sunset, is far away.

The ground, red gold, light gold, half yellow and half purple, light gray ... all kinds of colors seem to be spreading.

Happy children, chasing and playing with each other, rushed into our eyes. Green trees all over the mountains.

It twinkles, as if it were melted by this gold, like a breathing ocean. In the middle of the sea,

Pieces of spliced wheat fields are also plated with a layer of golden light.

Shocked by the beautiful sunset, we decided to continue riding the next day. Shan Yu suddenly fell into the night.

However, the tinkling sound from far and near made us fall asleep soon ... in the morning after the rain.

We picked up the car at the appointed time and headed for the depths of Wan Fenglin. In the morning light

A winding bicycle lane stretches out and is hidden behind a mountain peak. Riding all the way,

The morning breeze rippled gently, blowing the fragrance of the earth. The harvested wheat field is like a huge mosaic.

Pick up the carpet and spread it at the foot of the mountain. Looking around, the forest washed by rain is colorful.

It is almost illegible, with dark green, green, light green, light green and some mixtures.

Sporadic gold ... this layer of green, flowing in the mountains and fog, gives us a kind of "

Paintings are on display around, and people are comfortable to travel in a world of paintings.

Xu Xiake, a great traveler in the Ming Dynasty, once praised Wan Fenglin: "There are so many peaks in the world, only one."

The top of the mountain here is a forest. "Whether it is sunset or dawn, peak forests with different peaks and peaks,

It's all in my memory, which constitutes an eternal landscape painting with heavy makeup.