Wang Zhiliang/Spring Cycling Notes (Prose)
In the first month of Bingwu, the flavor of the New Year is strong.
In recent days, accompanied by delicious food, wine, and fireworks, one’s body and mind inevitably become a bit lazy and stagnant.
On the sixth day of the lunar new year, I decided to take a break from the hustle and bustle, make plans with a close friend, turn off my phone, and set off on a light ride.
Traveling eastward from the county town, it is said to be a way to digest food, but it is actually a spring outing, allowing the body and mind of those who have lived in the city for a long time to blend into the cool breeze and warm sun of the water town.
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