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october is like a gentle poem whispered in the heart of a traveler. the long vacation is like weaving and the sky is like washing. i only hope to find a secret place that is isolated from the world and allows the soul to travel long distances. tired of the hustle and bustle of the world, the sea of ​​​​people like the tide, the longing of the heart is the dream of taoyuan, which is otherworldly. i long to measure thousands of mountains and rivers with my footsteps, embrace the vastness and delicate texture of the earth, and hope to go deep into every street of the city. in the alleys, you can experience the authentic human fireworks, and even dream back for thousands of years, drinking with the ancients under the moon, talking and laughing, the ancient and the modern blend together, and the elegance is boundless.

abandoning the impetuous hustle and bustle of internet celebrity check-ins, i don’t want to be a tourist “passer-by” among the hasty passers-by. at this moment, i would like to transform into a ray of breeze, leading you through the gaps in time, to those slow travel paradises hidden in the world. there, every brick and tile is engraved with the traces of time, and every gust of wind whispers the whisper of history, waiting to join you in a spiritual dialogue that spans time and space.

in this golden autumn picture, let us no longer hesitate, no longer hesitate, and take a trip that can be taken as the most ardent ode to freedom. there is no need for detailed itinerary planning, just a happy-go-lucky heart and a pair of eyes that are good at capturing beautiful things. perhaps, on the bluestone road of the ancient town, encountering a gentle drizzle, and the gentle encounter under the oil-paper umbrella, we will paint a jiangnan ink painting together; perhaps, on the top of the mountain, waiting for the sun to rise in the east, at that moment, everything is silent, except for the waves of my heart that surge like waves; or perhaps, in some unknown small village, i participate in a harvest feast, sing and dance with the villagers, and feel the simple and unpretentious happiness, pure and warm.

in this way, we can live up to the generous gift of this golden autumn, allowing our souls to truly rest and release, comprehend the true meaning of life during slow travel, and meet a deeper and more complete self during the journey. when the morning light first broke through the mist and illuminated the outline of the ancient village, although we set off on our way home, our hearts were filled with heavy harvests. the scenery along the way is not only the colorful colors in the eyes, but also the touching and awakening in the depths of the soul. it is like the trickles that merge into the river and the sea, nourishing every ordinary day after returning.