The wind in Yimeng always carries a hint of red memories. Stepping into this old revolutionary base area, every inch of land beneath our feet seems to tell stories of the past.

During the day, we followed the red footsteps, witnessing heroic imprints amidst the green mountains and clear waters. As night fell, a performance full of Yimeng characteristics was even more captivating—the high-pitched Yimeng folk tunes echoed in the theater, and the actors, with their simple performances, recreated the era of deep military-civilian unity. Tears in the corners of eyes intertwined with applause, becoming the most moving highlight of this trip. As dusk deepened, we arrived at Ronghua Hotel. As soon as we reached the entrance, the security guard enthusiastically greeted us, waving to guide the car smoothly into a parking spot, and thoughtfully reminded us, "Be careful with these steps." A simple word of caution dispelled most of our travel fatigue. Entering the lobby, the front desk lady, with a beaming smile, took our documents. Her movements were swift yet meticulous, and she spoke softly while verifying information. After completing check-in, she didn't forget to inform us, "The elevator is on your left, and local tea is prepared in your room for you to try." The warmth in her words was like the spring sun, comforting and pleasant. Pushing open the guest room door, a wave of warmth enveloped us. Soft light fell upon the clean bedding, and a vibrant green plant sat on the small table by the window. A card on the table, written with a brush, read "Wish you a pleasant journey," in elegant handwriting. The biggest surprise was a Yimeng customs picture album placed on the bedside table. Flipping through it, it was filled with local customs and traditions, allowing one to feel the pulse of this land even while resting. After a short rest, we moved to the hotel restaurant. What started as a casual try turned into an amazing culinary experience. The dishes served were full of Yimeng characteristics: the braised rabbit head was rich in savory sauce, leaving a lingering aroma after each bite; Mengshan stir-fried chicken, made with local free-range chickens and stir-fried with green and red peppers, had a bright color and firm, chewy meat; the most incredible dish was the Yimeng whole lamb soup, with its milky white broth. Sprinkled with a handful of cilantro, one sip was so fresh it felt like your eyebrows would fall off, and the warmth spread from your stomach all the way to your heart. The waiter explained that the ingredients were directly supplied by local farmers, fresh and authentic, no wonder every bite carried a rustic, homely flavor. Outside, the night was gentle; inside, warmth permeated. This trip to Yimeng was not only impactful with its red history and immersed in local customs, but also made even more perfect by the thoughtful service of Ronghua Hotel. It turns out that the best travel experience is, after witnessing magnificent landscapes, to be gently enveloped by the kindness in the details, in such a warm corner.