When I saw maple leaves scattered all over the ground and a leaf that happened to be a branch and danced before my eyes, I knew that this was the most beautiful autumn color in Yangchong Bay.

The sun is very golden. People are also very warm. The return of every leaf to the earth is with deep affection and gratitude to repay this land.

Mr. Peng, who I knew, returned to Yangchongwan, his hometown, Yaocun Township, in such a beautiful autumn scenery, and Yangchongwan was welcoming every guest with its most beautiful appearance. The newly built cement road rushes towards the door of the villagers with enthusiasm and enthusiasm. After another roundabout and turning around, the cement road will pass by another low fence. Those small wells, stick out your head, just turn on the faucet gently, the water of the mountain spring is briskly singing free and long songs, which makes the cement road more long, deep, and more enthusiastic and unrestrained.

In order to build this road, the young secretary Chen and other leaders of the Yaocun community spent the past hot summer squatting and supervising, improving the quality of each road surface. In particular, Mr. Peng, who developed in Nanjing (Peng is a low-key person, he did not even tell us his name), because of building this road in his hometown, regardless of personal gains and losses, he went back to his hometown for two months to worry about coordinating the land acquisition. , remove obstacles, take the lead in donations, and harden the road construction in the hometown.

A businessman, in the construction of his hometown, can give full support without hesitation, and he is a model worth learning. Mr. Peng's culture is not deep, but his dedication to his hometown has taken the lead in influencing and inspiring every villager around him. When they talked about Mr. Peng, all of them raised their thumbs. It is an idea, and it is also a return to the deep love of the hometown.

When you come to Yangchong Bay, the most pleasant thing is to have a cup of wild tea. Bubble wild tea, as if you can soak a mood. The wild tea in Yangchongwan is just like a small jade, stretching its thin body in the clear and refreshing spring, swimming warmly on your lips, and the aroma has long rushed to the chest, making people infinitely intoxicated and reverie. I really love Yaocun's mountain wild tea. It is characterized by its slimness, without any attached buds, and without a trace of miscellaneous flavors. A thin piece of tea leaves, like this woman in the mountains who has never eaten the fireworks of the world, is so kind and friendly, I want to hold her hand as soon as I see it, I just want to ask Fang Ming and I am afraid of surprising her.

The entrance of the village is covered with ripe persimmons, like harvests, and the happiness of the people in the mountains. The happiness seems to be picked and placed in the palm of your hand.

I was fortunate enough to taste this most beautiful and richest authentic farm food. Every dish was filled with the sweetest flavor and the great hospitality of Yangchongwan people.

The maple leaves are flying, and the sun is stronger. Through the leaves that are still dancing, the light makes the maple leaves more red. Through the maple leaf jungle, there are rolling green mountains and bamboo seas in the distance, as if extending the wishes of every mountain person, let every wish go out of Yao Village and out of Yangchong Bay like a newly built mountain road.

When I saw maple leaves scattered all over the ground and a leaf that happened to be a branch and danced before my eyes, I knew that this was the most beautiful autumn color in Yangchong Bay.

The sun is very golden. People are also very warm. The return of every leaf to the earth is with deep affection and gratitude to repay this land.

Mr. Peng, who I knew, returned to Yangchongwan, his hometown, Yaocun Township, in such a beautiful autumn scenery, and Yangchongwan was welcoming every guest with its most beautiful appearance. The newly built cement road rushes towards the door of the villagers with enthusiasm and enthusiasm. After another roundabout and turning around, the cement road will pass by another low fence. Those small wells, stick out your head, just turn on the faucet gently, the water of the mountain spring is briskly singing free and long songs, which makes the cement road more long, deep, and more enthusiastic and unrestrained.

In order to build this road, the young secretary Chen and other leaders of the Yaocun community spent the past hot summer squatting and supervising, improving the quality of each road surface. In particular, Mr. Peng, who developed in Nanjing (Peng is a low-key person, he did not even tell us his name), because of building this road in his hometown, regardless of personal gains and losses, he went back to his hometown for two months to worry about coordinating the land acquisition. , remove obstacles, take the lead in donations, and harden the road construction in the hometown.

A businessman, in the construction of his hometown, can give full support without hesitation, and he is a model worth learning. Mr. Peng's culture is not deep, but his dedication to his hometown has taken the lead in influencing and inspiring every villager around him. When they talked about Mr. Peng, all of them raised their thumbs. It is an idea, and it is also a return to the deep love of the hometown.

When you come to Yangchong Bay, the most pleasant thing is to have a cup of wild tea. Bubble wild tea, as if you can soak a mood. The wild tea in Yangchongwan is just like a small jade, stretching its thin body in the clear and refreshing spring, swimming warmly on your lips, and the aroma has long rushed to the chest, making people infinitely intoxicated and reverie. I really love Yaocun's mountain wild tea. It is characterized by its slimness, without any attached buds, and without a trace of miscellaneous flavors. A thin piece of tea leaves, like this woman in the mountains who has never eaten the fireworks of the world, is so kind and friendly, I want to hold her hand as soon as I see it, I just want to ask Fang Ming and I am afraid of surprising her.

The entrance of the village is covered with ripe persimmons, like harvests, and the happiness of the people in the mountains. The happiness seems to be picked and placed in the palm of your hand.

I was fortunate enough to taste this most beautiful and richest authentic farm food. Every dish was filled with the sweetest flavor and the great hospitality of Yangchongwan people.

The maple leaves are flying, and the sun is stronger. Through the leaves that are still dancing, the light makes the maple leaves more red. Through the maple leaf jungle, there are rolling green mountains and bamboo seas in the distance, as if extending the wishes of every mountain person, let every wish go out of Yao Village and out of Yangchong Bay like a newly built mountain road.