The sun is shining, and the fresh earthy smell after the rain is refreshing. Everything in front of you seems illusory and real, and it has already lost your eyes. I'm afraid only the blue of the blue sky can make you see the direction clearly. Red is like fire, yellow is like gold, and green is like jade. They compete on the hillside, but only blue can calm them down. It renders this seemingly ordinary hillside extraordinary, beautiful and romantic.
The most important thing on colorful slopes is light. The sun, shaded by colorful clouds, looked at you "quietly" and it took 10 thousand years at a glance. It gives the earth the most beautiful light. Full light and half light have different scenery, depending on your luck. However, it has been raining on my way to Qicaipo. Fortunately, when I arrived, the rain had gradually stopped. Although there is no light, there are also rough waves.
I sat on the hillside and chatted with the local people, listening to him tell me about their daily life. The Cleisthenes of cattle sounded in my ears, and I felt the soft red land. This seems to be my hometown. I have walked through so many places alone, where my heart is, my home is naturally there. It makes me feel very down-to-earth, never calm, and seems to have integrated into the lives of local people. Not many people come here, it's quiet, and the lonely heart is stronger. Empty yourself and shout a voice. Maybe only Dashan can respond to you.