Riding in Kunming in 2025, amidst the folds of Spring City, is a record of the annual rings of life!
At 6:08 in the morning, the wind by the Dianchi Lake was still shrouded in the smell of water, and the sound of shared bicycle chains woke up sparrows sleeping on blue Jacaranda.
At the entrance of Zhuan Xin Agricultural and Trade Market, Ying, wearing a flower scarf, was arranging the chicken mushroom in a radial star chart.
The sun shadow of Jinma Bijifang quietly climbed up the back of the morning runner.
This is the morning ritual of a rider in Kunming – when the altimeter gently shakes at 1891 meters, the entire spring city becomes a rotating music box, with each gear hiding the remnants of the thousand year old Tea Horse Ancient Road.
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