weather profile: cloudy, I can't remember what the wind is, the wind is 2-3.
Riding a bicycle for an outing to experience the simple, tranquil and quiet rural customs has always been my yearning for the "bourgeois lifestyle". In my early impression, the bourgeois lifestyle was a lifestyle of the exploiting classes that was criticized and severely criticized by the whole society, but I secretly felt that it was a very enjoyable, comfortable and even luxurious lifestyle. How lucky the exploiting classes were! Why can't we proletarian revolutionary masses enjoy that life? My ideological consciousness is not high, and I can't help but shed some envious children sometimes. Of course, people's lifestyle today must have been very bourgeois by the standards of that time.
to get to the point, I started at 6: 3 in the morning, rode to the West Development Zone and Gongjiatai Railway Station, and started my journey of "bourgeois lifestyle". In the morning, there are few pedestrians and vehicles, so the streets are much wider. Passing through the leisure square, I saw many people doing morning exercises, or dancing with flowers and fists or dancing lightly, or playing ball games or twisting their waists. In short, apart from the morning market, this place is the most lively place in the city. I belittle the place where they play in my mind while riding: it must be a terrible place where phlegm and dust are flying everywhere and the air is filled with sweat ... Fate didn't give me a chance to gloat-riding on the road, from time to time I met sweepers waving strange big brooms. They were like heroes with unparalleled martial arts, and they just created sandstorms. The dust was dispelled by the martial arts of the Earth for a while, but it will soon land in its original place, so the sweeper hero has to concentrate on his work every day, create a sandstorm every day, and let passers-by breathe garbage powder and excrement powder every day. At this time, I usually step on the speed of more than 25 kilometers per hour in order to cross and escape from the sandstorm area as soon as possible, but because there is a sweeper hero waiting for me not far away, Therefore, my speed increase is only equivalent to a sandstorm created by another sweeper at a faster speed. I think this is really my sorrow, so I have to comfort myself with the theory of primary stage.
I escaped from the "sandstorm" and came to the development zone. My mood suddenly became bright and clear, and I couldn't help humming the song "The sky in the Liberated Area is blue ...". The sky in the development zone is also blue. Compared with the urban area, it is clean and tidy, with first-class greening, and vehicles and pedestrians are even more "rare". It's seven o'clock in the morning, and the streets are empty, which will make you feel that the non-motor vehicle lanes hidden by flowers and trees are a green corridor built for you alone. Two words: cool!
the development zone is called "Hengshui High-tech Industrial Development Zone", which is a provincial-level development zone approved by the provincial government. It is located in the west of Hengshui City, starting from Xizhan West Road in the north, South Huanxi Road in the south, Qianjin Street in the east and West Huanlu Road in the west, with a planned area of 9.1 square kilometers and a management area of 11.86 square kilometers. Its eastern edge is 4 kilometers away from the city center, and its western edge is about 8.3 kilometers away from the city center, which is very good in terms of environment and distance.
leaving the development zone, a few hundred meters west of Xiaoxinji Village turns north, and there is an asphalt path leading to Shide Railway. Riding along this path for a while, I saw a narrower asphalt path extending to the green field in the west, with a width of about two meters and green crops on both sides. Riding along this path, the world suddenly became silent, and the songs of crickets and the whispers of autumn insects along the road were clearly audible, which could not help but remind me of the mysterious Herbal Garden written by Mr. Lu Xun ...... The sound of mountain bike tires rubbing against the ground and the music of insects combined beautifully. Further north, it's still such a path, so quiet and mysterious that it's hard to see anyone from afar. There are dense vegetation on both sides of the path, which is a natural silencer. The environmental noise here must be very low, and it must meet the European N standard. For you who are tired of staying in the noisy urban area, walking along such a beautiful and wonderful path will definitely make you become immortal and drive into a fantastic fairyland on earth.
Go west after Gaojia Village, ride along the path on the south side of the railway, pass by Zhaojia Village, and the Gongjiatai Railway Station is not far ahead. At this time, the Gongjia Station seemed deserted, but when I saw two trucks parked on the marshalling line, they seemed to be asleep, which was in great contrast with the busy transportation line of Shide Railway. As far as I know, since the Shide Railway was upgraded to double track, especially after several times of train speed increase, few trains stopped at this small station, and its former glory has long since disappeared.
when I went out from the west exit of Gongjiatai station area, I saw a small road leading to the west, so I rode along the road and rode to the end. The road turned south, and a village was lying on its right. After waiting for a while, I saw a farmer's sister-in-law riding by and came forward to inquire, only to know that it was Hanjia Village. So I went back along the original road. Before returning to Gongjiatai station area, I saw a railway bridge and culvert, and I rode through it, and I reached the ground of Shenzhou-Gongjiatai town over there. I wanted to have a look around the town, but it was late, so I had to go home and do something, so I had to ride back.
Just after passing Xiaoxinji Village, at first glance, I saw dust floating on the busy people's road, and then I began to smell the choking smell of dust. As a result, the quiet field path accompanied by autumn insects, the simple rural customs, and the poetic pastoral scenery disappeared in a moment.