Poetry on the wheels and the distance: A cycling journey from Chengdu to Xi’an
Rain falls on a frosty morning, Chengdu is still asleep, while a group of riders are ready to set off.
The raindrops slid down the raincoat, blurring the line of sight but not the direction in the heart.
Opening a bow without a back arrow – this is the rider’s vow, but also the stubbornness of life.
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