Reflections on Cycling: The Intersection of History and Reality
On the morning of December 26th, in the group of Qionghai Wanquan River Cycling Club, there was an invitation to ride the “Red House” in Tanmen, like a stone thrown into the heart of the lake.
As someone who often rides in Tanmen, I had never heard of this place name before.
When I asked Hemu and Dashu at the gathering point, they both shook their heads and searched online without any news – this “unknown” actually doubled my expectations, like carrying a mysterious blind box and thinking to ride to Tanmen as soon as possible.
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