The world is wonderful, essays.

On the day of winter vacation, I was looking for raiders everywhere, and I accidentally came across a special package from Russia. With the yearning for "the outskirts of Moscow" as a teenager, three girlfriends signed up for the "Russian Twin City Tour" on February 16 without hesitation.

On the day we arrived in Moscow, the temperature was -8- 17 degrees. The cold wind blows on my face, which stings a little, but it's not as terrible as I thought. That is, the minimum temperature in the next two days is MINUS 29 degrees, and the clothing is the daily thickness of Huaihua in late winter.

Moscow is too big to have a direction. Because the place is large, the population is small and the buildings are sparse, the urban construction is as sloppy and cold as the Russian character. In addition, the thick snow on the street is swept up and piled up on both sides of the road, or in some corners, full of muddy snow, parking equipment and various piles. In winter, Moscow looks irregular and not beautiful.

The first scenic spot, sergeyev Town. There is a Sergey Trinity Monastery, which is one of the oldest churches in the Orthodox Church and one of the four largest churches in the world. There are countless ancient Russian paintings, precious metals and gems, and it is also a holy place for the Orthodox Church.

The next day, at seven o'clock, at dawn. On the way to sergeyev town, I screamed for the first time for the beautiful scenery of Moscow. Before leaving, I was immediately comforted by the loss of the finger trip of the "Twin Cities Tour". Rows of larches and spruces outside the window were covered with snow and did not move in the cold. There is no green in winter in Russia, and everything is white. There is not a leaf left on the desolate poplar branches, and the black brush points to the blue sky. I seldom see these pine needles along the way. The sun rises from the horizon, because there is no mountain to stop it, and it is golden, splashing in the sparse forest in Yuan Ye, and it is gorgeous. There are few sunny days in Russia. We were lucky on this trip. We saw the sun for several days. Passing a pool, probably the ice on the water when the sun shines. The ice immediately filled with faint smoke, just like a fairyland.

The car continued to drive to the suburbs. The Woods on both sides of the road, the wasteland in the distance, the snow-covered "pigeon" house-the resort of the rich in Moscow-are as small as a pigeon house, but very beautiful-everything is as beautiful as the painter's freehand brushwork in the gray sky against the snow. In the open area, a large area of thick snow is covered with velvet, like a pure white quilt, covering the earth in clusters. In the next few days, we passed many such suburbs. The Russian sun said no, but it didn't. As soon as they said snowflakes came. When there is no sunshine, in the depths of the snowfield, poplar trees are sparse and hazy in the snow. As a result, clouds and willow trees, dense wooden houses and cottages, together with large white wasteland nearby, shallow pen and ink, thick artistic conception, sky blue and other misty rain, make people fascinated and speechless.

The sky in Russia is always infinite blue, pure blue, sky blue, light blue, or purple blue. Blue is frightening. Blue and white will always be the best match, while Russia will always be as pure and Ming Che as the blue sky set off by snow. If it is a sunny evening, the horizon is like a palette, with different shades of color, all of which are oil paintings. No wonder Russian famous paintings, Russia's heaven and earth are famous painters.

Along the way, the tour guide always looked at us with surprise, sigh and photos through the window glass.

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The most important sights in Moscow are the Kremlin and the palace of Catherine II. From the familiar name of the Kremlin in the familiar history books, when you see the scene of the Red Square military parade on the Internet, you will always imagine that it is as solemn and majestic as the Forbidden City, but unexpectedly, this palace is no different from our ordinary administrative buildings. The Red Square is so small that people can't believe their eyes. Even more amazing, standing in front of Putin's office building, I can't imagine that two guards can hold the presidential palace. Visitors can enter and leave within 0/00 meters of the President's Office Building/KLOC-,and the no-go area is just a pedestrian walkway? Unbelievable!

Standing on the opposite side of "Putin", we can't help but sigh: although the tough guys in this world have been trying to lead Russia's "caravan" forward, in the face of deep sanctions and encirclement and suppression from all directions by western countries, Russia's GDP is still not as good as that of a Guangdong province from 18 to 20 17. Although this lonely "polar bear" has become one of the manipulators of the Middle East pattern, it still bears great pressure and moves forward with strong and tragic weight.

Around the Kremlin, there are 19 minarets towering into the sky. At the top of the five tallest towers, a red crystal star with a diameter of 6 meters is installed, which is said to weigh three tons. This red star always shines in Moscow, day or night. Looking up, it's just a palm-sized, three-ton gem? Still incredible!

The Kremlin with a history of more than 800 years is the soul of Russia. A Russian proverb describes the majestic Kremlin like this: "In the land of Moscow, only the Kremlin is towering; In the Kremlin, only the sky is far away. "

Very touched, but also very puzzling. There are no tall buildings in the Kremlin, but there are almost no administrative buildings except a group of churches and towers with three or four floors. I haven't seen more than a dozen tall buildings in Moscow. However, they have souls, and we, the huge Forbidden City, are not our souls.

The tour guide said that the main scenic spots in Russia can be summarized in a few words: kung pao chicken. There are many palaces, castles and churches. The main beliefs in Russia are Orthodox Church and Christianity. Churches are spires, much like Muslim mosques, and all are Byzantine architectural styles. The homonym of "spire" is "diced chicken". Both St. Vasily's Church in the Kremlin and the Cathedral of Blood I saw later are as exquisite and beautiful as castles in fairy tales, resplendent and luxurious. Behind many churches, there is a legendary or sad story.

I don't know much about foreign history, and the tour guide can't remember it clearly, so I have no interest in palaces and churches-until the palace of Catherine II.

Catherine II was the emperor of the Russian Empire in the18th century, and later generations honored him as Catherine the Great. It is also the only queen in Russian history who was named "the Great". The palace is closed, and it takes an hour and a half to take pictures. When Longlong and Cai Yun were busy placing POS in front of the palace, I saw a wide forest in the distance, probably the back garden of the original palace.

There is a deep ditch in the middle. I bypassed a small stone bridge and walked along the snowy road that was probably run over by a carriage to the opposite side of the palace. In Russia in winter, there are few pedestrians. The vast forest is knee-deep with snow, and almost no one has set foot in this forest except the road left by a carriage. Several tall old poplars still have no leaves. Their dark branches, like countless dancing fine brushes and countless protruding fine bird claws, are chilly and solemn in a fluffy snow. There are several clusters of brown dead leaves hanging on the sparse and dense unknown small tree-such dead leaves are rare here. There are poplars and some small birch trees everywhere in Moscow. Several crows started up and flew out of the Woods, setting off the boundless blue sky. Overhead, or behind the forest, is the endless blue sky, still so clear, so clear, so wanting, so disturbing, which makes the forest more desolate. I really don't understand how it can be so beautiful. The whole picture, the perfect combination of purity and vicissitudes, is beautiful beyond description. I always thought that only Baidu could see such beautiful pictures. Now, in front of you, you can shoot at will, which is comparable to SLR photography in the network. I was too shocked to speak. I trudged one foot deep and one foot shallow in Zita Law. I want to find an old poplar to lean against, close my eyes and let my thoughts cross the Millennium; Or sit in the snow, with your back against the old stems of poplars, and let the residual snow sticking to the trunk fall lightly on your shoulders to stop your thinking. Only breath pierces the cold air and echoes in the snow. At this time, I was the only one left in the world, and a poem by Ma Xiaoxiao, a Hunan poet, suddenly flashed in my mind. "Like a dream, I can't reach. Thousands of birds are coming, and thousands of clouds are fascinated. The world is just a stranger to our body and mind. " Wonderful!

The thick snow fell softly into the shoes, and my feet began to get a little cold. Walking out of the snowfield, sitting in a chair on the side of the road, shaking off the snow left in my shoes and looking at the foot pit left by the new snow seems to be the trajectory of my life, which is so exciting. In the corner of the forest, a European-style hut became the best foil for the snowy field. Imagine that the owner of the cabin is sipping snow in such an environment, reading in front of the fireplace to keep warm-or washing his hands with snow, and people who make a fire with fallen leaves don't eat fireworks at all-and his heart is full of infinite envy.

Cai Yun and Longlong are coming, and they are also surprised by Zita Law Lenglin. They took a bunch of photos, sat in chairs and walked out of the Woods reluctantly.

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On the third day, we went to St. Petersburg by train from Moscow.

Entering the platform, the mighty luggage army hurried along the platform, from the front of the car to the 14 car. The drag box pulled over the slightly frozen ground, and the sound of "Gu Long Gu Long" wheels sounded in different decibels, penetrating the cold morning, like the roar of the train and the roar of the Yellow River, echoing over Moscow. These descendants of the Yellow River with yellow skin and black hair are dragging their bags to every corner of the world. Their footsteps were deafening. China people go abroad, unlike foreigners, one or several people go abroad to study or go on business, which is purely fun, that is, three or five friends. There are a large number of people in China, and their cultures, occupations, habits, upbringing and experiences are uneven. In Southeast Asian countries, Japanese and Korean, China people with yellow skin are everywhere, disturbing and bustling, sweeping away like locusts. I met a pair of white eyes and left piles of rubbish. Once, in Thailand, there were so many people that people could hardly breathe. Especially when going to the toilet, the toilet paper basket is sharp, toilet paper is spilled all over the floor, and the sewage is muddy, so it is impossible to get off. Although Russia's tourism industry has just started, it has a long way to go. This trip feels like four or five groups with few people, but the Airbus 330 chartered flight is all from Hunan. The sound of luggage mopping the floor on the platform still makes people feel scared and uneasy, even ashamed of being a member of the "locust".

St Petersburg is a beautiful city. These houses are all built of stone. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. Its appearance is solid, neat, honest and compact, and it looks particularly atmospheric. Even a century-old building has no sense of ruin and disobedience. Unlike Huaihua, a house that has been used for more than ten years is as shabby as a rag. A bridge is blown up once every ten years, so Huaihua was demolished and built for decades. The streets of Petersburg are clean and fresh, and there is no dirty snow piled up everywhere. If people live in it, if they walk in the castle. The room is warm. When staying in a hotel, every move was sweaty. I often wear sweaters to blow my hair on the balcony. Blow it for a while, it will be cold, and it will be hot when you enter the room. In this way, we went in and out under the temperature difference of more than 50 degrees indoors and outdoors.

There is also a big empty apartment downstairs in the Petersburg Hotel. There is probably a big lake opposite, and there is a small expressway between Kongping and the lake. Back to the hotel in the evening, we went downstairs and continued to play with snow there. This season, Russia can see the moon all day long, and often the sun is embedded in the blue sky like the moon. Sit in the car and follow the car. Either in front or overhead. Because the land is vast and sparsely populated, it can't stop the moon. It's so poetic because of the lack of snow and moon. That night, the white moon was clear and transparent, hanging on the vast blue vault. In the snow-covered land, it is getting clearer, colder and lonelier. Longlong put on that scarlet cotton down jacket, a white wool scarf, a white beret, black hair over his shoulders, and then looked at the moon. Cai Yun is an amateur photographer, shooting at will and full of charm. That back, beautiful, literary and artistic, is also extremely "lonely". Because looking for the best modeling angle and holding the moon in the palm of your hand, everyone wasted a lot of time laughing and laughing. The night wind stung my face and I had to go back to my room to rest. That night, it was also the biggest regret of this trip. I can't sit still in the snow, and I can't lean against the telescopic door railing next to the hotel to let Longlong sing a sad and beautiful "Night on the outskirts of Moscow" in the moonlight. Yes, "What a beautiful night, so charming ..."

When we went crazy to the hotel lobby, the tour guide asked with a northeast accent:

Did you dry it?

Play with snow.

Haven't you played enough?

Not fun enough!

You should marry to the northeast!

For a boy from the northeast, it is really incomprehensible that he is still so obsessed with snow after so many days. Yes, we had planned for several years before coming to Russia. We originally wanted to go to the snow country in the northeast and the deep forests in Changbai Mountain, but we couldn't make it because we were afraid of the cold or for many other reasons. This year, Xiang Xue has a lot of negative news, a bad reputation and a bad mood. It hasn't snowed in the south for many years. This year's freezing is just a thin layer of snow particles. How can I have enough fun in a few days?

I like Petersburg very much. Look dignified, walking in the street is very quiet, leisurely, and will not be disgusted with the cold at all. The sky here is bluer than Moscow, the clouds are purer and the snow is more and deeper. There are not so many factories in Moscow, but more like a luxurious village, as if the whole city was born for life.

In front of a China restaurant in St. Petersburg, after dinner, I went for a walk. From head to toe, from head to toe, facing the wind and the snow, let the light feather-like snowflakes fly on the eyebrows and hats. Occasionally, a couple walks by, or an old couple, or a pair of handsome boys and girls-there are really many handsome boys in Russia-God is too kind to them-the facial features are exquisitely carved and full of sculpture. There are not many pedestrians, and some private cars are parked on both sides of the road. A layer of Bo Xue fell on the windshield of the front of the car. I can't help drawing a smiley face with my forefinger.

The tour guide said, maybe it's because the weather is too cold and Russians are lazy and unwilling to work. A construction project can last for twenty years. Often one person works and three people watch. However, they are calm in appearance and peaceful in heart. Whether it's a restaurant or a shopping mall, you never talk loudly or joke. In the restaurant of Maxima, I had breakfast one day, and there was a Shandong delegation at the next table. After dinner, several aunts and grandmothers stood and sat, chatting like quarrels. Until the hotel security came forward to stop it. Crossing the road is the same. They never worry before the zebra crossing. As long as someone wants to cross the road, stop and wait for you quietly. You let him, he still lets you. Although domestic drivers are much better after being punished, they still often see a scene of racing against time on the zebra crossing: when there is a buffered green arrow under the red light in front, the traffic will ignore the pedestrians, slide across the zebra crossing and reach the corner where the motorcycle is waiting. I often wonder, how many seconds can they win for this?

Russia has long winters and short summers. Trees germinate in May, fall leaves in October and snow in November. The lowest temperature in winter is over 30 degrees below zero. In just a few months, trees grow slowly and crops are more difficult to survive. It takes a hundred years for a big tree to grow and mature. Therefore, a large area of land is barren, and there is no production without crops, vegetables and fruits. I'm always worrying. What do Russians live on?

Baidu knows that Russia has no other crops, but it is rich in rye. Vast territory, boundless territory, far east, vast land and unlimited mineral deposits. The "Amber Palace" in Catherine Palace was a huge project in which Friedrich I spent more than 10 years and consumed 654.38 million pieces of amber, gold and precious stones with a total weight of more than 6 tons at the beginning of 18 century. It was plundered by the Germans in World War II. The murals were originally transported away and then mysteriously disappeared. In 2002, according to the original drawing, the Russians re-mined and copied an identical amber palace with the same materials.

Yes, Russia is rich in mineral resources. Even so, I am worried that it will take 400 trillion years for these amber to form, and minerals will be developed one day. It is always a waste that such a vast land cannot be cultivated. So I thought of my hometown, China's fallen countryside, and those natural villages were either depressed or destroyed by brick houses that had sprung up in rice fields. Those unplanned buildings, one east and one west, stand in the fields, which are very uncomfortable for the village, just like the sundries in the photographer's landscape frame. Abandoned rice fields, occupied by expressway and brick buildings, are fragmented by tourism development, more like cakes cut in the fog. So I have deep sympathy for the Russians. They have land, they can't plant it, and we are few. When resources are exhausted, will China's leaders be as hard and lonely as Putin?

Another group, Changsha accent. Except for a Shandong delegation I met yesterday, almost all of them were from Hunan. This is really a high-speed era. Maybe, yesterday, you were at the southern tip of the earth, eating breakfast. Today, you are in the arctic circle of the earth, sipping coffee or opening a bottle of vodka. When I think of the baggage army, I begin to think that the earth is actually not big, but it carries hundreds of millions of species, and perhaps the most unbearable thing for it is human beings.

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I have been to the water several times during the six-day trip. Swan Lake, where Tchaikovsky composed swan lake dance music, and in neva river and the Baltic Sea, we danced, danced, took photos and rolled on the water. All my yearning and imagination for Zita Law at home have been greatly satisfied.

On the Baltic Sea, we went further and further to the center of the water. There are some tourists and Russians in twos and threes. Old people seem to cut corners, young couples seem to come for a walk, and some go further. Someone drew several circles on the snow. I shouted "crop circles" and Longlong hurried into the circle to take pictures. I was scared off just after a few steps. "Danger!" I laughed at her timidity and walked in her footsteps. Sure enough, one watermark at a time. Huh? The ice is going to crack? Unwilling, I carefully took two steps forward, and muddy snow was dripping from a deep snow nest. I touched it with my hand. It was a finger deep and warm. I was scared, too.

Longlong was always worried, so we asked the tour guide. If there is real danger, why doesn't the government put up warning signs at the seaside? Why do Russians go there on foot? The general idea of the tour guide is that there must be danger, but the Russian government will not be so vigilant and careful. In China, if you sneak into someone else's pond and drown, the owner of the pond will lose money inexplicably; Drink and you'll get drunk. As long as they are at the same table, relatives and friends who haven't even served a cup will lose money-this is a unique national condition in China. But Russia doesn't, so they don't use warning signs so often?

On the day I returned to Moscow, I watched the spectacular sunset in Petersburg. At about four or five o'clock, on the "horizon" of the clouds, a dark cloud belt with the width of a treaty road surged out. Above the cloud belt, there is a gorgeous luminous belt, with both ends stretched out and no edge in sight. Like an abstract giant woodcut. The golden light went straight into the sky and dyed the wings and portholes red. The sky is clear, the sun is shining, and the foot of heaven is not on earth!

After a while, the golden sunset, like a huge egg yolk, gradually disappeared in the glow and dark sea. There is no strong light, just so thick, so red, so round, so thrilling to fall, gradually to a semicircle, the last ray of golden light has disappeared.

It took a long time to calm down.

To tell the truth, in the first few years of traveling, whether with a group or alone, I, like many people, regarded boarding as an exit of ordinary life and traveling as a way of self-redemption. The moment I saw the sunset on the horizon, I realized more and more deeply: this universe is so wonderful, so amazing, so amazing! There is only one earth in the vast starry sky, which is beautiful and colorful. Man is not as good as a speck of dust in the vast starry sky. We don't really need to get rid of it, and we don't need redemption. Travel, for me, is no longer the password to find spiritual difficulties, but more to experience, to experience the wonderful life and to explore the true meaning of life.