When the aircraft hit the ground, stepped from the plane, I suddenly felt the cold wind blow against our faces, but I still did not wake up in the warmth from Shanghai, but the yellow eyes and that stretch open land and the land connected with the blue sky, white clouds to tell I, after nearly three-hour flight, is now living in Mudanjiang in northeast. It is afternoon, the sun shone on me, a kind of lazy people the feeling of Dayton. Dealers of the Department, row upon row of white birch stand tall wind, the endless golden maize, field cattle leisurely pacing, in the air from time to time passing birds, but few signs of human habitation.
finally arrived Jingpohu, and almost dusk. In that mountain lake between the river blockage, which is what a beautiful ah? Mountains and water is a good place, mountains are unique to color in autumn, that tree is so colorful red yellow and green and white, calling them five Hanayama. Water is cool, calm, and quiet more than a lake, as well as everything around, but also quiet in which I am. After the sunset is from the distant hills are degenerating and afterglow are still left in me, vague shapes Manshan of leaves, whole placed within reach of the Jingpohu water, it would only painting that is only the bar. I do not think, just quiet enjoyment,
To enjoy the beauty of nature given. Perhaps this is the beginning of this trip to the northeast, there is a better to stay in the future.
me from south to north, are still not truly appreciate the uniqueness of the north, maybe I should choose the winter trip to see the ice thousands of miles, thousands of miles of the North Piao scenery. Ran now only bar that was early autumn, in the mountain Road Inspired by a softened the leaves, though already is a heart filled with joy, but I felt slightly lacking. But I dare not afford to dream of what is, after all, already being felt here, a rare tranquility and see the autumn fairy-tale landscape. From the Jingpohu is reluctantly left, and get up early when the increasingly cold weather, the sky Piaoqi the rain, and perhaps that rain is also retain the footsteps of my departure. But the final farewell to the mountains and rivers and this time. I am also in the way car stuck in the memories of the past few days, the bus's window, the more rain the next bigger and suddenly eyes the falling raindrops is not as if, ah, that is snow, end of the year's first snow Let me stranger accident he met. Rain has left its performance stage, snowflakes fluttering in the air, its posture. I just looked at with the surprise of all this, do not remember how long passed. My car was parked, and set foot on the road is already Montreal snow, left behind a step by step my footprints. Hill, among the trees blanketed by trees, a snow-white. I really can not believe my eyes, everything Huangru dreams. Throwing a snowball, a snowman heap, let me play in the snow a wild bar, have childhood memories of the lens, 11 to reproduce. Sabian laughter every inch of space here.
when the journey home, I have no regrets, from autumn to winter the feeling in this short five-day four-night, I felt complete, goodbye Mudanjiang, gave me fond memories of the place.
Hope to see you again one day.
Author: netwff
