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The continuous green mountains are like a sleeping dragon entrenched here. The dragon's back is full of green and endless jungle. There are many sounds of birds and animals in the forest. Among the vibrant mountain valleys, there is a road running along the mountain. It is long and rugged, with scattered sand and dust, but a lone minibus is seen. Driving on this winding mountain road, the roar of the engine outside the car drowned out all the sounds in the surrounding jungle. The old-fashioned Hong Kong and Taiwan songs played in the car were particularly harsh among the tattered speakers, and the uncle driver cheered and danced along with the rhythm while driving, immersed in his own world. . . .