When the first ray of light in the morning passes through the mist of the tea mountain, the history and present of Pu’er seem to wake up in the veins at the same time.
The starting gun rang out, like a distant horse bell on the ancient road, awakening the dormant vitality among the green mountains and rivers – this is a line of poetry that 11000 footsteps have taken together, slowly unfolding on this warm winter morning of 2026.
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