Habbo
Trinidad ice, Wan Li Xue-Piao. Snow-capped. Wuregan.
I'm going to Harbin had.
I always smoke inside the skull such terms.
And when I Yabuli mountain top down, printed in my heart, shut our eyes to come out to are those Xuehong white, the snow Meilen America Kan. . .
1, on the road from the Spring Festival, only a few days, and the airport where people are disproportionately large bag packed to go home with the joy of Chinese New Year.
This time also to go outside and not many people travel. Frustration can only be with the mission to Omaha, I always regret not able to go into a bimodal forest farms Xue Xiang, snow wooden presses like mushrooms the same place, is the real dream home. . .
At this time, temperatures in Harbin, minus 20 to minus 30 degrees, but the equipment does not need to go to Kazakhstan prepared a special horror. In my line of the first view of the greatly overdone, even in the coldest Yabuli Peak, come in handy all the equipment only:
A paste wearing cashmere underwear worn in the shirt, the Zaichuan a cashmere sweater, plus a thick sweater, a hat hanging outside with cotton cast profile anti-coat; thick outdoor Buku, thick socks and high - Bang hiking shoes; be able to pull down the cover ears Guapi Mao. These will suffice.
My experience is that duck fat accounted for the local clothing, nurturing multi-band a sweater, sweater next to the skin to ease, but also facilitate the addition and subtraction. To Omaha as long as you can wear a sweater. To the house, more than 20 degrees, took off his jacket just, convenient and beautiful, for women, even more the case.
4:00 p.m. until 5:00 the aircraft flying, but also via Shenyang to Harbin is 23:00.
Cold wind blowing gently, beyond the control you're not awake.
Yabuli the road from Omaha to the time of need 3 hours.
Pakistan out of Omaha. Jijiwaiwai a morning tour, and finally received her live voice is not beautiful.
Out the window, vast expanse of whiteness of the snow, such as the kind of landscape pictures depicting the flash from the car window, the depths of my childhood memories imprint of care up.
At that time, Hunan winter is covered with thick snow around their houses, snow to go to seal the door level. Get up early, took to the snow shovel, shovel out a white road, the heap out of a snow man.
Walking in the snow to ring Luozhikazhi. . .
After the snow mountains, snow to fill out the gentle Gougou Kankam curve.
The most interesting is that after a heavy snowfall and will not dissipate as soon as they are now. After a San Wuri, the mountains will be hungry wild rabbits has been frozen ran out, the small partners with the catch, and sometimes really have to catch up. . .
I like the imprint of the snow. At that time we are not satisfied, leaving only footprints, in-situ became firmly established, separate legs, stretched flat hands, threw himself forward, leaving the characters with eyes, nose and mouth until the next day can clear reproduction. . .
I like the snow of the smoke, as well as the ice hanging under the eaves.
Like in the snow wildly, as well as to the Pao Kai-thick snow digging someone's home to steal the carrots, what share of sweet and never tasted. . .
2, Yabuli ski Yabuli CMB brings us to the time when the sun was shining and a pedestrian lives in a European-style office building with a steeple. The snow outside is too many days in the former, and frozen with white, and blue sky with mirrors everyone's good mood.
The temperature outside was minus 22 degrees when the temperature of the room there is 20 degrees, the sun projection from the slopes down gently shining, and the cold along with snow-white reproduction of the window of my childhood dream. . .
Ski residence on the opposite side.
The next day morning, I went to ski to see the view, crystal snow Road Xian Chen did not dye, illuminated by the sun, reflecting the golden light.
Ski here yesterday wrestling scene vividly before our eyes reproduce ----
I brought in a beautiful ski instructor to do to reduce my beginner ski inevitable pain of wrestling.
I finally threw in the 6 times, I asked beauty to accompany me to a higher ski to try my skill.
One can imagine that fell and even worse.
Snow on the scene when the sun is like this:
Legs standing on skis on the snow holding hands, battle, in the beauty of watching, it felt like a fly!
Wind, bitter wind is blowing from the ears ring, I really think he can fly. 1 / 4 Zhu Hong, the beauty is heard screaming as I am heavily aisle from the snow and fell down, foot 10-point 01 meters far. . .
3, Xue Hong Yabuli ski a lot of white snow Road. Development of the places where all kinds of facilities.
Yabuli has called the world's longest pulley Road. I was due to play this game but only up to the summit and saw that magic Xuehong white.
Yabuli ski board of Britain, is already 5 pm.
Blood-red sun suffused with light, hidden in the woods behind.
Yabuli top of the hill at dusk, the temperature has dropped to minus 30. I grabbed the camera Kuangpai for only a moment, the cold wind has been through my cotton-padded clothes and told me to shake.
I would like to use my camera, always keep it moving red and white snow.
Going down of the sun.
If the snow in front of static at the child, while the forest after the sun has Tiaodang the restlessness of being seduced.
Big red sun, the leaves of the trees in the absence of irradiation, when the branches under the snow, with a layer of red light, red light cover of snow white, quiet manner leading to deep woods, like a fairy of the Trail , projected on my camera, the beautiful great.
The setting sun shining through the cold branches of my body, I do not feel the slightest warmth, like The Little Match Girl, as I seem to see my dream. . .
The distance, the setting sun into the woods dyed red like fire.
A leisurely hand for a pair of snow at the foot of the mountain Road, silhouetted against the red forest snow. Walking hand in hand in this silver makeup Su-wrapped world, not the bride is worth a bride; not the groom, hey, of course, is not the groom.
Finally, the setting sun gradually faded.
Setting sun blood red, pale blue snow illusion when the dream began to be staged.
I clearly heard coming from the distant forest, quiet love songs.
I constantly select the point of view, the sunset of the Murano shooting Yabuli Peak US-Kan.
The moment the sun sink into the horizon, the lens inside the brilliant light, the metamorphosis of the water red, I marveled. Back home, I use this photo made my desktop.
I tread lightly in the snow, just to Tingna white wizard, in frozen under the weight of the singing; Hen Buneng I roll in Montreal in order to occupy the mind to possess her virginity. . .
The distance, as if being sung Tiange Piaoqi night. . .
Author: habao
