I always aspire to the south of that white world, finally heading for the big winter holiday, and all is ready, they start to dream of gold in Foshan.
Travel rush, and hard-Needless to say, young is good, with plenty of energy and colorful dream. After a turnover, to reach the destination, it has already done is the sky had to find a farmhouse in the hillside Xiexia. From the window looking at the Peak, but still can see the white, said black tolerant of all the colors, but here, darkness can not hide everything, no stars and the moon at night, more than 3000 meters high mountain a silver.
Hisai busy all day was filled with all kinds of man-made sound surrounded, stay in the blowing wind and the vague sound of blending the sound of insects where the main force of nature is to create a sound that if certain no friends hand in hand, probably I will be Yiyewumian.
Bright overcast days they get up the mountain air is cool and penetrating the lung, as usually eat "縁Arrow." Ate a simple breakfast, around the Hill by 10 minutes by car, we reached the ropeway office.
Not get off, we can see a vast expanse of whiteness of one, the branches fall with the ground is made, we excited cheering Zhijiao "a lot! A lot!" Mind immediately have a normal lens to see on television " step by step, struggling to tread at the foot of the snow, at the foot of creaking, left behind a string of footprints. " But we landed one foot to meet us is the land and the cold chill of the wind. Snow accumulation for too long, ice-buildup on long, cold and hard, non-travel before imagined. Cold wind whistling, I wonder if the welcoming our arrival, or blame us for unauthorized intrusion into the pure world. Biting wind penetrated our clothes off sets the body could not help tightening, it seems you can not breathe. Face is not just cold, there is pain, nose soon was forced out of its hole.
Sitting on "Asia's first steep rope" on the surprise, not even I expected fear. Overlooking the foot of the mountain all the more and more small, more remote. If this is not the end of rope, rose to heaven there will be no pain suppression Xu.
Peak wind on the bigger, more slippery road, take each other by the arm in order to move forward. Scenery is beautiful, more beautiful than we imagined. In this white world, the white dominated all inclusive everything. Have not seen a bear in any footprints in the snow, then a thick layer of fluffy snow, like a soft quilt, really want to lie down and go, but also is like a child eating cotton candy hi, importers will turn back, Hen Buneng containing population in the mouth. Can not stare too long, or too dazzling white This is really empty "white" ah! Here, the blank does not mean a barren and superficial, her purity is owned by the lack of people in the world and less of. Did not think of a color in the world is beautiful. People may also be the case, a person alive, loneliness is not terrible, just stick to their principles, in this life can be beautiful. Then all of a sudden there is a different thought, different thinking that she will never be the spring, when the flowers do not always maintain the share of purity. Locals say here in the spring could be the scenery more beautiful, come here, more people travel, it seems like a bit different to my narrow and selfish, is ah, life is movement, in the world nothing is constant.
Play for a while, and slowly adapted to the cold to the "end" feeling, seems to have not just go to the mountains so cold, more root cause is in the sports bar. But here, the temperature a few degrees below zero, but it feels like falling into through the ice, think of the lives of previously aspire to the north, can not help laughing himself.
Is not all of the places that the higher terrain, landscape the more the United States do? We are climbing toward the highest point of hair Ridge to go. Share of the United States, the United States was no more adjectives I can be described, then had to use actions, and "How beautiful!" I yelled, and then his hands Pick up a pile of snow, threw the sky, the snow fell there were numerous who became friends. I exert oneself a shake the trunk, and snow fell on his neck, the cold! Really harm anyone can not do without ah. Slippery steep slope, walking up and really difficult, and only a few people are still upward we go, just walk in front of us were a group of tourists for home. All the risks have been buried in thick snow, and only a small step in small steps along the stone steps to board. In the end, simply have no roads, and then had to climb along the grass areas, and then only on their own difficulties, and boarded the high point, and regardless of how the wind was crazy, could not wait to be a successful the feeling of loneliness: "Hey ~~~", like to tell the foot of the visitors, we are now looking down from above, I heard shouting, but was cold style block shot back, people nonetheless days, it seems that this success can only be exclusive ! Of a vast expanse of whiteness around us, no Goldenthal Hill also feel the "List of mountains and small".
Film happens at this time exhausted, helpless scenery be kept in! Strike down the mountain! Comforted empty stomach.
(Glory)
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