On the mountain road enshrouded in a thin mist, a group of people became a moving landscape. The sky was gray and hazy, and the distant mountains and coconut trees loomed faintly in the mist, resembling a long ink – wash scroll that was gradually being blurred.
People were dressed in various ways, some walking fast, some slow. Some whispered in pairs, while some gazed into the distance alone, writing their daily stories into the tranquility of the mountains. The plants and trees by the roadside were damp with the morning dew, and the occasional chirping of insects added a touch of natural accompaniment to this hiking journey.
Along this way, there was no hustle and bustle of the city, only each other’s figures, the breath of the mountains, and that gentle layer of mist, which wrapped people and people, people and nature, into this hazy tenderness. Every step forward was an escape from the noise and a pursuit of tranquility. Let the body and mind, on this mountain road, together with the mist, the greenery, and the fellow travelers, embark on a date of “relaxation”, indulging in it and reluctant to wake up.
