The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
Small bamboo rafts walk in the middle reaches of the river and on both sides of the towering green hills.
When my boat left behind ten thousand mountains.
Sitting on the ground, traveling 80 thousand miles a day, watching the sky and thousands of rivers.