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.