The Black Forest, also known as the Hessen Mountains, spans 160 kilometers and is the largest forest mountain range here. It starts from Pforzheim in the north and goes down to the border of Germany and Zurich in the south. There are various interesting towns in the middle, consisting of countless
Connected by winding mountain roads.
Driving through the mountains, everything is green.
Peng Bo took out the camera in his hand and kept pressing the shutter. Because in Heisen Mountain, there are so many beautiful things worth recording, whether it is scenery or people.
Standing in the mountain forest and breathing in the fresh air, the water hits the rocks, permeates the air, and turns into a small rainbow in the sunlight. It couldn't be more refreshing.
"Have you been here before?" Sophie Marceau was wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat, which was very fashionable and casual.
"No." Peng Bo replied honestly.
"This is a forest city..." Along the way, Sophie Marceau introduced the city like a tourist, and it gradually became clear in Peng Bo's mind.
They were here to attend a concert. To be precise, it was Peng Bo who accompanied Sophie Marceau to the concert.
Maybe it was because they entered the country from the forest area on the French-German border, or maybe because it was after six o'clock in the evening when they entered the country, and they did not encounter German border inspections. They only knew they were there when they saw the flags on the roadside with German slogans on them.
has entered the German border.
This is a theater in the forest.
The entire city itself is surrounded by vast natural forests, and the oxygen content in the air is very high, making people feel extremely comfortable and comfortable here.
He saw that unlike the Vienna concerts broadcast on TV, where everyone was in suits and leather shoes, sitting upright, the comrades here were very casual.
People come here with blankets and picnic boxes, and they lie or sit in the theater, no, they lie or sit in the forest.
Sunset, forest, blanket, picnic, this place changed Peng Bo's definition of concerts, and also changed his definition of the city.
"Gustave Dudamel, he will conduct tonight." Sophie Marceau lay comfortably on the blanket, supporting her head with her hands. The golden sunlight shone on her body, and her snow-white skin turned into a charming light.
faint.
Oh, the youngest conductor in the world.
In fact, it doesn't matter who is conducting. What matters is that it is very comfortable now. It is really comfortable. It makes Peng Bo feel like a paradise. When the sunset sheds the last golden color, when the river flows in the sunset, the concert is finally in the forest.
The curtain opens amidst the chirping of birds and insects. When you breathe in the moist air with the sweetness of fragrant grass, listen to the joyful vibration of each note——
Life is nothing but this.
The expressions of the people around were very cheerful. The blond men and women in shorts and shorts kissed each other from time to time. Friends drinking red wine drank wine and exchanged wine with each other from time to time. People were in high spirits, singing and dancing, making time and clapping.
A ball of fire slowly burned in the palm of Sophie Marceau's hand.
This is a small candle.
Looking around, the entire forest theater is filled with candles, echoing the stars in the sky.
Red wine, candlelight, and music are so integrated into one, no, there are also the chirping of birds and insects in the forest and the moist and fresh air.
Life is nothing but this.
Peng Bo expressed his sincere admiration again. He looked at Sophie Marceau. Sophie Marceau's eyes were slightly closed, and she seemed to be very comfortable and enjoying herself.
Although it is a forest theater, the quality of the music is very good, but the atmosphere of the scene is no less than listening to music in an indoor concert hall.
Melodious music echoed over Waldny Forest, and when each piece of music ended, enthusiastic and generous applause immediately broke out.
This is life, so love life!
Peng Bo was very relaxed and engaged. Sometimes he clapped and sometimes swayed. Waves of people filled the theater, and the warm and cheerful scene infected everyone.
As the night gets darker, someone starts to set off bunches of small fireworks. Here, they are not like the big fireworks in China, but small, small, just like the stars in the night sky, shining brightly and letting the flames
Beat with the notes and dance together.
"This is the last one."
In the candlelight fireworks, Sophie Marceau's eyes were crystal clear and full of energy. She gently sat up, approached Peng Bo, and then gently lay on Peng Bo's lap.
In this foreign country, on this night of music, Peng Bo felt soft, but he felt as pure as the air in Berlin.
Music starts.
The young conductor with lion-like hair on the stage was almost crazy, and the emotions of the audience were also brought to the peak of enthusiasm.
Whistles, cheers, and applause resounded throughout the Forest Theater.
The entire audience stood up and whistled, clapped, cheered, or swayed to the exciting notes and jumping rhythm.
The musicians on the stage were all smiling, and their playing movements became wider and wider.
Sophie Marceau slowly stood up, and Peng Bo also stood up. Soon, the slender waist was under control.
Peng Bo danced with Sophie Marceau in his arms while whistling excitedly. Yes, it is a whistle. The sound of whistle crosses national borders. In this country, it is not synonymous with frivolity, but a symbol of joy.
Happy symbol.
Sophie Marceau suddenly stopped, and her body naturally rested on Peng Bo's body, swaying to the rhythm of the music.
Comfortable, relaxing, happy……..
He gently held Sophie Marceau's hand. Sophie Marceau did not refuse and subconsciously fell into Peng Bo's arms again.
Moist, as moist as a forest, and as sweet as the air...
……..
Dark night, endless dark night.
The car slowly drove into the town, and like ordinary people, Sophie Marceau booked a hotel here.
The moment he entered the town, Peng Bo was struck by its rhythm, unhurried, simple and unsophisticated. If you look closely, you will find that every design on the street is full of thought. Unfortunately, this
Most of the shops and attractions were closed by then, so be sure to make a special trip next time!
On the left side of this road, you can often see various unique medieval castles, and on the right side are railways and rivers. From time to time, the sound of steam whistles can be heard, which is full of romantic interest.
Pushing open the door of the hotel, it is very clean and very rural. Entering the room, opening the window, you can see the shadow of the trees in the distance, the air is still so fresh, the insects are whispering, and the summer insects are singing.
On the window sill, someone placed a few red, green, and brown mushrooms. The cuteness revealed the care behind the craftsmanship, and he must be a lovely person.
"Tonight, we will sleep here." Sophie Marceau looked at Peng Bo, she turned around, and Peng Bo only heard a rustling sound...
"Oh, I seem to see an acquaintance," a voice suddenly sounded outside the door, "Excuse me, does Mr. Donald Peng live here?"