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Six miles east of Shuangta Town, the Tanxiang River, a tributary of Weishan Lake, flows slowly next to the Shuangta Mine. The water is three meters deep and dark green. On both sides of the river, the flat golden wheat fields stretched to the Shuangta Mine, eight hundred meters away from the river bank. When approaching, the wheat fields deftly bypassed the coal mines, and then the golden plains continued. The poplar trees on the bank grow at a rate of ten centimeters every year because of the nourishment of the river. The branches and leaves are smooth and green, forming two long stretches of shade. If there is a stormy weather, the poplar leaves will fall down a thick layer, and because they have been soaked by the rain, it will feel like walking on a carpet when people walk on it. And in the hazy evening, hares will also run over from the golden wheat fields and sit on the leaves to enjoy the coolness. At this time, the chirping of cicadas drowned out the quarrels of the sparrows, and the cuckoos with strange calls also enjoyed the coolness here.

The bus swayed as it ran, and the Twin Towers Mine arrived. Several passengers in colorful clothes got off, and a few more people got on. Then, the bus trembled and swayed. The black tires moved, bringing up a large cloud of gray-brown dust, whining as they drove past, and the raised dust floated on the bumpy asphalt road. Among the people who got off the bus was a young man. He was wearing a slippery blue T-shirt and walking with youthful steps, giving people a relaxed and pleasant impression. He quickly walked in front of others, called a three-wheeled motorcycle, and drove towards the guest house of Shuangta Mine. The road ahead is slightly uphill, and the three-wheeled motorcycles are crawling along calmly.