Encountering Low Village

Yesterday a friend said he wanted to go to the mountain to have dinner. I thought it was a farm stay, but it turned out to be where my friend’s grandfather lives. The old man contracted thousands of acres of barren hills to grow oranges. He built a house on the hill for his own use. Occasionally, when friends from the city came to visit, he would set up a table on the hill. The chickens are raised by ourselves, the vegetables are grown by ourselves, and the big pot on the earthen stove has a unique flavor. After dinner, take a walk and climb to the top of Mount Zhishan, where you will have a broad view. Everywhere you look, you see majestic and winding mountains and vast fields of rapeseed flowers, like a painter's palette, rich and saturated with yellow. As the sun set in the west, the sky was as red as fire and a thin mist was everywhere, with no sign of birds. Buildings are scattered all over the place, and a picture of harmonious coexistence of man and nature unfolds before your eyes. I haven't seen such a beautiful scenery for a long time. Xupu Dizhuang