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Chapter 107 Attractions

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    This terraced field in Nanping, Taishan is a very small scenic spot.

    The word scenic spot is very interesting, such as this lotus terrace.

    Driving along the Tanshan line, we drove for a long time among the rolling mountains and hills, passing through many villages, fields and houses.  There are many forks in the road, and I asked for directions many times on the road.  Finally, I walked through a sandy dirt road on a hill and arrived at the so-called scenic spot.

    The so-called scenic spot is a huge man-made viewing platform with a circular, wooden floor surrounded by endless terraces.  I have to say that it is a picture perfect view from any direction.

    There are very successful cases of architecture, which are almost perfectly integrated with nature.  Of course, it can only be said to be infinitely close. Personally, I don't think there can be absolutely perfect integration.

    When I was learning to paint, when I painted leaves, the shapes were always stiff and the colors were always abrupt.  The teacher saw my frustration and let me look out the window and see the natural leaves outside.

    Their shapes, scattered, facing each other, their shades of green, dark yellow, thick brown no matter what the shape, even if it is just a withered leaf, it is extremely beautiful.

    Even if the fallen leaves are all gone, only the branches of the phoenix trees are left.  The direction, posture, and frequent criss-crossing of all the branches No matter how you look at it, you will not be bored.  Everything is just right.

    In the midst of everything that is just right, artificial design and construction are abrupt break ins.

    Leaving the terraced fields and away from those villages, apart from the scorching sun, the quietness between the ridges, the bright yellow on the melon vines, and the sporadic singing of birds and dogs, what impressed me most was the people I met between those winding mountain roads.

    They are wearing bamboo hats and carrying bamboo baskets, their skin color reveals the original color of the sun, although their accents can only be discerned three to four out of ten, but it is an ancient rhyme, and it sounds like a melody.

    The smile under the hat is the cleanest and purest expression I have ever seen.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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