On the way to Guanpuyang, we lost our way and strayed into an unknown small mountain village near Guanpuyang. Dasai Creek also flows through this village. The village is very quiet and can hear the sound of wind and rain.
The road inside the village, whether it is a stone road or a narrow asphalt road, has thick moss on the roadside, and some dry branches are scattered on the road. Against the backdrop of autumn rain, it is even more desolate and bleak.
There are very few residents in the small village, and there is almost no visible figure. The only buildings in the village are basically old houses and civil structures. On the wall of the stone, the thick moss silently tells the loneliness of the years.
There is a temple at the head of the village. The yellow new wall is particularly conspicuous in this mountain.
There are many kinds of plants growing along the roadside, as well as the small wild fruits that I have never eaten. The bright colors are dotted between the green. This is said to be called Raspberry, sour and sweet, which can be used as a jam.
It took almost half an hour to wander around the village before finally seeing a villager. The villagers told us that this is not the Guanpuyang, no wonder there is no legendary ancient maple, we are still stupid to think that we are late, the leaves have fallen. But the tranquility here, as well as the autumn rain mixed with the feeling of the mountain breeze on the face, is also very memorable.
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