Chongqing Nanchuan, left in the mountains of dreams. In the morning after the rain in Jinshan Cultural Tourism Town, the slightly damp air was caught with the breath of plants and soil, hidden in the alpine canyon, but still amazing all the tourists who came here, walking slowly along the ramp, feeling the tranquil atmosphere of the town and the ubiquitous life Force. If there is a fairy tale world and a fairyland on earth, it must be the appearance of the self-driving road around Jinfoshan. There is a beautiful picture of people and nature living in harmony, presented in front of you, it seems to be so indisputable forever, here is like Tao Yuanming's pen The existence of a paradise.
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Chongqing Nanchuan, left in the mountains of dreams. In the morning after the rain in Jinshan Cultural Tourism Town, the slightly damp air was caught with the breath of plants and soil, hidden in the alpine canyon, but still amazing all the tourists who came here, walking slowly along the ramp, feeling the tranquil atmosphere of the town and the ubiquitous life Force. If there is a fairy tale world and a fairyland on earth, it must be the appearance of the self-driving road around Jinfoshan. There is a beautiful picture of people and nature living in harmony, presented in front of you, it seems to be so indisputable forever, here is like Tao Yuanming's pen The existence of a paradise.