Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 57 (The White Mountain)

I'm sitting cross-legged on the wet grass, the early winter is gradually falling on the horizon, watching the birds rushing home by the sunset across the treetops, listening to the sound of the stream flowing through here beating the thin ice, sniffing the soil The drowsy smell that sticks to my body, along with the coolness brought by the shade of the colorful trees, the train in front of me has a faint mist, I yawned laboriously, huh. The night came quietly.

Whenever the white moon comes, the stars rise in the night sky, and under the silver light, it is a short-lived brilliance, it is the croaking of frogs on the shore, it is the rippling water waves swept across the river by the breeze, and it is the struggle among the mosquitoes and spiders. It is the lovesickness of those who can't sleep..

The early morning is a pathfinder full of hope, and the poised light gives him energy to move forward bravely.Noon was a young man with surging blood. The intense heat gave him self-confidence. He stood tall despite the difficulties.

The evening is a poet with tenderness and water, and the capricious clouds give him imagination and make him forever romantic.

The train stopped slowly. In my memory, Changchun and Xinjiang seemed to be my final destination. When I came to these two cities, I was always inexplicably full and comfortable.

I am a person who is not heat-resistant and afraid of cold. In autumn, I like to walk around alone, and I like to walk with the late autumn leaves at dusk. When a few leaves collide with each other or hug affectionately, there will be rustling. Loud notes, half crazy, half silent as usual.

The homestay is located on the west side of Baishan City, adjacent to Yanbian Korean Autonomous Prefecture in the east; Tonghua in the west; Jilin in the north; and Hyesan City in North Korea across the Yalu River in the south. The humorous and humorous boss has become familiar with him after going back and forth. This is the third time, and he finally successfully arrived at the destination.

A small city, surrounded by mountains and rivers, is quite isolated from the world. People who go out and people who come in have to pass through several caves and then climb mountains and mountains.

Mountain high has its own passenger road, and water depth has its own ferry.The two days I have been here have been windy and rainy weather, but what I like is this feeling and the expectation in my heart. I love rainy days, facing the wind and raining.

The scenery in the rain is even more intoxicating. The misty humidity has smeared every corner. At the foot of the mountain, yellowed leaves have fallen, and unknown white flowers by the roadside are interspersed in the grass.

Since the travel journal type soft article is not suitable for me, I have rectified this article, and I have written and revised it. I will write it here for a few days. I am sorry everyone.

(End of this chapter)