Shaofeng
June 9, 2024
It was drizzling on the way here, and the staff took us up the mountain. The altitude of 1,000 meters was beyond our expectations. The store manager, Mr. Li, was gentle and polite, and spoke Cantonese. I didn't recognize that he was a local, so I thought he was a fellow villager. After chatting for a few sentences, we got along very well. He kindly introduced the culture, history, plants, and weather of the mountains. I like such people with connotation and stories. The facilities in the store are also good, and the spicy chicken is so good that I ate two meals in a row. The swallows under the eaves fly back and forth, and I don't know how to describe the mirror-like terraced fields. The hurried trip is deeply remembered. Thank you to these thoughtful people. It started to drizzle again when I left the store. In this situation, I really want to recite a poem "I don't know where the face of the person has gone, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze"
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