Yuan Ye in northern winter.

"The great northern wilderness, the sky is grey, the land is vast, the grass is withered and the reed pond is withered. Weeds are green and yellow, die alive, rot dead, enrich the soil and make food for the next generation. What is flying in the air? Mosquitoes and flies, midges and gnats. What crawls by the water? Four-legged snakes, frogs, meat leeches ... "

? -from Nie Gannu's Song of the Wild.

? When these lyrics are displayed in front of your eyes, it is hard for you to imagine that Beidacang, now thousands of miles away, used to be a desolate place that no one cares about. And my understanding of Beidacang is only from the geography textbook of middle school, which is blunt and lacks agility. When I mention Beidacang, I will think of northeast rice, vast black land and vast northeast plain ... but if I want to describe it further, I can't write it out. This study tour in the north just let me witness the magnificent scenery of Yuan Ye in the north.

? I have been in the north for almost four months. When I went, vilen was wrapped in vast tracts of golden cornfields and wheat fields, surrounded by circles of grass green. Every place is full of vitality, but I always feel that something is missing. After returning home, I sat on the train and was fascinated by the vast northern Yuan Ye. Feeling is coming, it is tension, the tension of primitive vitality. Let's share a few scenarios:

? Sitting on the Mercedes-Benz train, although I didn't have time to take this beautiful picture, I was lucky enough to record it, not bad. Just now, it was an abandoned railway carriage, lying on the gravel track covered with snowflakes, facing the bare old trees through the light blue iron fence. Against the background of the boundless white leaves, this tree looks even more gloomy and vigorous, as if the ancient wood on rice paper had come alive in reality. In the early morning, the red clouds are shrouded in a thin layer of gray-black fog, and the half-hidden sun shines through the clouds on ancient trees, iron train boxes and fences …

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? It may be earlier than the harvest season, and the endless vilen is even longer and endless without the cover of tall crops. The Yuan Ye is covered with a thick blanket of snow, and the raised part of the ridge experiencing the cycle of life is frozen black soil. The field of vision is elongated, and the white snow line forms black and white zebra stripes, which extend infinitely to both sides. Standing on the snowfield are a few sparse solitary trees, firm and aloof like soldiers guarding their respective territories.

? If you look far away, you can see a mist covering the earth. In the early morning, under the transmission of mist, the morning glow is golden on the red tile, and it is dazzling under the mapping of the snow field. At this time, I can only squint my eyes and extend my vision with the skyline. The distant world has long been blurred and integrated.