My dad's photo has always been a thorn in my side.
The three of us, as well as Yang Fei, set out on the weekend of the second week of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the crisp autumn weather.
I really didn't expect that compared with my subsequent experiences, Yaowang Mountain, the Gate of Hell, and the Seven-Storey Bronze Platform were no longer the weirdest and most bizarre.
We made a big fuss at the Hong Kong casino, went to the pyramids in the Taklimakan Desert... And finally returned to the long white snow-capped mountains of those days.
Intention: growth
