We traveled together, and the warmth lingered even after we parted.
That day, Brother Xiao shared on the cattle grazing ground that many "thorn berries" on the grassland were the little treats that shepherd boys took joy in during hard times. As everyone savored the traditional alkaline rice cakes with relish, the adult herder, not wanting anyone to leave with regret, had quietly called the cattle over; everyone gazed silently at the herd around them and the emotion flowing between people and cattle, lingering like mist and refusing to disperse, until finally someonesoftlybroke the silence: "Brother Xiao looks so beautiful among the cattle."
Thank you to the friends willing to take part in these events under such constraints and visions. Every time you leave, the warm afterglow you leave behind becomes the fuel to keep going.
The mountains of Gongliao have gone through the prosperity of the Danlan Old Trail, the shift caused by the building of the railway as a main line, and the changes brought by the Coastal Highway and National Highway No. 5, holding different status in different eras. This is the past tense shaped purely by transportation location. Now, as we begin to discover that development needs a sound ecological environment, that the differences and shared bonds of culture are where the joy of the spiritual homeland lies, and that the passing down of local skills is an important foundation for the future knowledge base, who says this cannot be the engine of new development? As long as we are willing to give mountain villages like this a chance for a quiet and self-determined transformation!
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