Mountain biking is an antidote to a mediocre life
I walked through a bamboo forest, and the sunlight shone through the dense bamboo leaves, casting mottled light and shadow, jumping on me.
The wind passes through the bamboo forest and makes a rustling sound, like a symphony of nature.
I slowed down the car and could almost hear my own breathing, gradually harmonizing with the rhythm of the mountains.
At that moment, I seemed to merge with this world, and all my troubles, pressures, and anxieties drifted away with the wind, leaving me far behind.
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