Passing by Your Lakes and Mountains

#The next book "From the North of the City to the South of the City" is a road article with the same theme, welcome to collect it# #Introduction at the bottom# Summer trees hang down and the fields are flat, the original wind combs the grass and waves mark the green color. Jiang Tianyan broke through the strong wind, but brought the sound of the tide to my ears. The sunny and mysterious wildlife photographer Xia Yuanye Gong × the slightly famous freelance travel blogger Jiang Changfeng Shou Qinghai Lake → Western Sichuan → Yubeng Village → Qiantang River → Hunza Valley → East African Grassland → Hawaii → Iceland → Hoh Xil (tentative) When you come across a mysterious netizen who likes and forwards every post you make, and then bump into him in person under the sunset at Qinghai Lake. The story begins here. From the Milky Way in Qinghai Lake to the snow-capped mountains in western Sichuan, from the magical waterfall of Yubeng to the tidal surge of the Qiantang River, and then all the way to the wilderness further away. At Yubeng, an altitude of 4,000 meters, he turned around in the mist of the divine waterfall. He was soaked all over, with water droplets dripping down his jawline, but he handed the other party his dry coat. In the Qiantang River, they waited on the embankment for the tide to come in as expected, waiting for the world to have thousands of good nights. Under the almond trees in the Hunza Valley, a 103-year-old man said that those who plant trees should think of the people who will look at the trees a hundred years from now. "The wind comes from the wilderness, and the river flows into the arms of the wind." "And if the wind doesn't come, then I'll go where the wind wants to go." Travel/road writing, HE Mainly based on the emotional line, the pace is slow + a bit idealistic (emphasis on these two), it is about two people, the scenery they saw on the road, the people they met, and the things they decided to remember together. ### Introduction to "From the North to the South of the City": [Zhai Xiangchen×Liang Fucha] [The silly young man chasing the sunset × the stubborn stray cat who returns home] "My life is nothing more than walking from the north to the south of a city." Liang Fucha has not been back here for thirteen years. He left his hometown when he was thirteen years old. Thirteen years later, spring came back to his hometown. Vehicles pass by on the national highway from time to time, and the vehicles drive slower and slower, as if they are timid about being close to home. Finally, more than a hundred kilometers away from the destination, the only fuel left in the tank could no longer support it, and he died. There were weeds everywhere as far as the eye could see, not to mention that there were two members of my aunt's family in the car. A car that looked pleasing to the eye came rushing up, and a familiar person was sitting in the car: "What's the matter, do you want to give me a ride?" "How much?" Liang Fucha narrowed his eyes. "I just need you." "My days are not long. I just want to go to the place where you grew up." The car slowly and leisurely stepped onto the national highway, driving all the way from Zhejiang to Chongqing. Liang Fucha spent thirty-nine days of his life in Chongqing, and Zhai Xiangchen looked at the starry night in July in Zhejiang. Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Sichuan and Chongqing are a pair of antonyms. One is spring in the south of the Yangtze River, and the other is mountains outside the mountains. Just like their lives. "The rain fell in the forest outside the city by the river, but you didn't see it, the second summer we spent together." We have to say goodbye to our guests. Yesterday we went to Fuliang to buy tea. Concept: Originally mountains and rivers were destined to be vegetation.