Reminiscing

That’s an early morning. Grandfather and his grandkid both rode to the fair in the neighboring town. They were riding across the continuous green hilltop on the trails. The air was a bit chilly and fresh.

The hilltop was so green and yet blurred in my memory to reach a even more aesthetic note of “青山隐隐”,a phrase from a poet in the Tang Dynasty. I tried to find one image matching what the phrase depicts but all candidates paled into nothing beside the memory.

Setting out for some unknown fun is a bliss.

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