Rotenberg on the Tauber River, known as the most beautiful town in Bavaria, is located at the intersection of the Romantic and Castle Roads in Germany, retaining the medieval style very well. During the Thirty Years' War in 17th century Europe, the war burned outside the gates of Rotenberg, and it is rumored that the town mayor used a booze to win the gamble with the enemy generals, so Rotenberg was spared the war. Legends are not proven, but Rotenberg was one of the few that survived World War II. Europe's sparse population made me accustomed to empty streets, rampages, and reckless photography. It was just that the sight was too unexpected for me. I don't know if it's a weekend or a developed tourism industry, but now the hustle and bustle of Rotenberg is a big departure from the quiet town I imagined. Perhaps too much fame will be tired of it, when the eyes are full of tourists and souvenir shops large and small, when too many tourists make the original narrow streets crowded, commercialized atmosphere seems to add a little worldly flavor to its style. It seems that the real paradise should be kept away from the crowds. But if so, how can I know that there is such an antique town in the humble corner of Bavaria? It is safe to ignore the fleshy background of the eyes, and stop the eyes elsewhere, and perhaps you can see a different scenery. If you don't care about the people in front of you just follow the group to see the flowers on this tour or as I am, the weekend town is very lively, the impression that in Germany only the festival will have such a grand scene. Avoid popular attractions, walk into the side of the path, imagine the road thousands of years ago, what kind of people, what kind of stories have happened, the long thought of being pulled, it seems that the town I expected is slowly coming to me. Through the old city gate, stepping on the pebble trail, the light and shadow are interlaced, like walking into a medieval dream. All kinds of store brands throughout the town center, narrow stone roads, bright and lazy moments are solidified. So, in between, it seems that I really heard the distant bells through time and space, and the faint echo. Smoothly caressing the mottled walls, strolling through the narrow streets, watching the bright sunlight above your head and the music playing by your side, gently inhale, the rich coffee, the sweetness of the cake, the joy of the heart, spread in the summer afternoon. It is a random journey, so there can be a lot of time to do whatever you want. So you can lean on the wall to listen to the great music of the roadside artists, you can sit on the stone pier on the roadside to eat special food snowball cakes, you can sit on the steps and look at the sky without doing anything but in a daze, which makes me feel that this journey is free and relaxing. Sometimes you can think or run. So the memories of a road become rich.