When it comes to Bavaria, most people think of Munich's Oktoberfest, the fairy tale silhouette of Neuschwanstein Castle, or the bustling streets of the town of Fessen. But on this land that occupies one-fifth of Germany's territory, the true soul is hidden in the folds of the Alps - those isolated villages scattered between green hills and coniferous forests, without the hustle and bustle of popular attractions, but fully preserving the most authentic appearance of Bavaria.

Unlike the organized layout of cities, the villages here have single story small buildings as their core texture. The wooden house with a red tiled sloping roof is built against the mountain, with walls covered in deep green ivy. The windowsill is adorned with a sky full of geraniums and lavender, and the path in front of the door is paved with bluestone, winding towards the distant pasture. Each household has a separate courtyard, with wooden fences surrounding a neat lawn. Occasionally, elderly people can be seen sitting on wicker chairs trimming roses, or children chasing sheepdogs across wheat fields, with the scent of freshly baked soda from the bakery wafting in the wind.

The uniqueness of these villages lies in their symbiotic relationship with nature. In the pasture between the hills, black and white cows leisurely stroll, and the sound of bells echoes in the valleys; The stream at the foot of the mountain is clear to the bottom, with wooden waterwheels scattered along the stream, creaking and spinning as if telling hundreds of years of farming stories. The villagers still maintain their traditional pace of life, waking up to the sound of church bells in the early morning and sitting around the tavern in the evening, discussing their harvest over homemade beer. The dialect is mixed with Bavarian boldness and tenderness.

There is no unified tour route here, but surprises are everywhere. Perhaps at some corner, you will come across a Gothic small church with its spire piercing through the sky; Perhaps a century old homestay can be found halfway up the mountain, where the owner treats guests with homemade cheese and jam; Perhaps walking along the hiking trail, one may encounter a group of villagers wearing traditional leather pants and felt hats, rehearsing dances for the upcoming Harvest Festival. These niche yet vivid moments precisely constitute the most touching cultural symbol of Bavaria - it is not a geographical term in textbooks, but the fireworks and poetry hidden within a single village, within reach.