Sitting in the front row of the luxury bus, what makes me most proud is not the comfort of the seat, but the excellent perspective to see the scenery outside the window.
Let out greedy eyes, freely extend to any distant place, and suddenly feel white and really clean. Just like a big white canvas, it is endless but convex and concave in my sight, spreading forward, backward, left and right. Among them, the hazy mountains and trees, one pile and another, are all dark or light reddish brown, which feels like a' big painting' specially painted by an invisible master for this trip.
When the car carefully left the plain and entered the northern mountainous area, I immediately found myself walking into the big painting. The tree has changed from a blur to a tree, and even the grass can be counted. Occasionally, I suddenly jump into a stone mountain, and my skin is the same reddish brown. Watching and admiring, I became a moving point in three-dimensional paintings. I used my bike as a special pen and kept circling the scenery in those paintings.
The sun in winter has become a luxurious warm color in the sky, but it doesn't seem to like the empty sky very much. Look at it. After a while, it quickly retreated in the forest. After a while, it jumped to the top of the tree and jumped back. For a while, it ran to the round hillside in a white robe, and then rolled down quickly. Seeing that it will fall to the bottom, it will suddenly jump up and return to the forest and the forest. Blinking golden eyes, overlooking everything on the earth. The cold winter in the north has infinite vivid warmth.
In the real north, it gets dark a little early in winter. It's not yet three o'clock in the afternoon, and it's obviously getting dark.
Red as the sunset with egg yolk boiled red by snow, it feels as if it is still suffocating, and the heat flow and sweetness are full of hearts.
At this time, the color of the master's paintings gradually became darker.
When the night completely puts itself down, the white canvas and the picture on it are blurred to the point of invisibility. Worried that the night would be smeared, only the headlights stared at the bright eyes and the road ahead, but from the light in a crack and a corner, I found that the original painting was only temporarily invisible.
At this moment, our car became the only bright spot on the endless black canvas, at least in the sight. I can't help feeling that the situation has turned around.
In this way, on the vast Yuan Ye, we were dragged by roads and lights, pulling ... our cars, travelers with various moods and goals, and finally saw the colorful welcome eyes in Heihe city at 6: 40 in the evening.
We can't refuse to throw ourselves into the arms of this border town.