Germany: Rural oil paintings in the lens

🌟Highlight features In the countryside of Germany, there is a breathtaking beauty. This beauty comes not only from natural gifts, but also from people's pursuit of quality of life. If you have already visited many cities in Germany; if you long to get to know the countryside and small towns there, a trip to the German countryside will definitely not disappoint you. Once, we lingered in front of Western oil paintings for a long time; at that time, it was difficult for us to understand the extraordinary and otherworldly beauty, the peaceful and harmonious beauty of the countryside in the paintings. We used to wonder: is the European countryside really as beautiful as in the paintings? Or is it the painter's skillful brushwork that brings it to life? When I truly entered the countryside here, I realized that it was like stepping into a painting where I had once stopped. The emotions, scenery, and images were like oil paintings. In the autumn of 2018, I had a not-too-long countryside exploration near Berlin. It felt like that was the true rural life that we most want to see and experience. Located about 90 kilometers from the city center of Berlin, Stoelln is a typical German village. Starting from Berlin, leaving the city and turning onto rural roads, there are tall trees on both sides, with endless farmland and red-tiled sloping farmhouses. The walls are either white or yellow, shining with oil-like colors in the autumn sunshine. The shiny asphalt road winds through the forest and stretches into the distance, and the car speeds at 120 miles per hour. My palms were sweating with anxiety, but the German driver looked relaxed. I couldn't express my worries to him, because in the rural areas of China, you know what would happen if we drove at this speed. Almost no people or cars were seen along the way. My German friend Wolf, who had worked and lived in China for many years, said that the German countryside is similar to ours, with the problem of hollowness. As we approached the village, the owner turned the steering wheel and the car turned into a rural road. He said he would take me to see a celebrity from his hometown. The car climbed a gentle slope, and a huge civil airliner was parked quietly on a large lawn, with sunlight painting various mottled colors on its body. When we got out of the car, the plaque next to the plane gave us the answer to our confusion. It turned out that this was the place where Otto Lilienthal, one of the pioneers of aviation in the world and the father of gliders, flew his glider for the last time and crashed to death. Otto Lilienthal was born in 1848. At the age of 14, he became fascinated with flying. Over the course of 34 years, he conducted over 2000 flying experiments, with his farthest glider flight reaching 1000 meters. In August 1896, at the age of 48, Otto Lilienthal took off from this hill again. With a strong gust of wind, the glider instantly reached an uncommon height. However, due to excessive angle of attack, the glider quickly stalled and crashed to the ground. The glider was destroyed, and Otto Lilienthal suffered a fatal impact, ultimately succumbing to his spinal fracture. In his final moments, his last words to his brother were, "Sacrifices must be made." Otto Lilienthal's glider realized the dream of flying more than ten years earlier than the Wright brothers. In order to commemorate this remarkable "Batman", the Germans erected a monument for him here, which reads: "The greatest teacher". Today, the plane parked here is an Ilyushin Il-62 from the former East German airline. In order to commemorate Otto Lilienthal and that period of history, it is permanently parked there for people to remember. After learning about this history and story, I can't help but marvel at how human civilization today can never be separated from those pioneers who sacrificed themselves for their lofty ideals, generation after generation of great inventors and scientists who have achieved what we have today. Even if they were born in an inconspicuous small village, even if their family background was not prominent. Similarly, I also admire the admiration and respect of later generations for their ancestors, allowing their spirits to be passed down from generation to generation. Walk through this small German village and take pictures of the picturesque village scenery with your phone. Here, the countryside is the canvas of oil paintings, and oil paintings are the pigments of the countryside. The scenery is like a painting, and the painting is like the scenery. Looking at the landscapes painted by the artists, I feel relieved. China's countryside is also very beautiful, like a landscape painting. More and more beautiful villages are revealing themselves to us, attracting city dwellers to seek solace in the mountains and waters. Perhaps tomorrow we will see even more beautiful villages depicted by artists.