The sound of the water flowing faintly came, and the further forward it went, the louder it became.

Crossing a narrow dirt road, the wind swept away the shrubs in front of me, and found that the space had become more spacious, and the jagged trees formed a dense primeval forest.

Waterfall!

The wind shouted in surprise.

Not far away, a waterfall fell from the sky, like a silver lian, splashing snow-white water on the cliff wall, like a string of midsummer flowers, and exuding a rich floral fragrance.

The waterfall falls in the canyon and forms a rushing river, the turbulent water is crystal clear, the pebbles at the bottom of the river are white and smooth, and the river water follows the canyon and goes downstream.

Just as the sound of the wind was intoxicated by the waterfall of this plateau, he saw the sky in the distance, and the dark clouds suddenly accumulated and moved rapidly, like a galloping horse in the grassland, firmly covering the hazy sun.

"Oh no, it's a snow cloud!" the wind exclaimed, he felt that strong cold air was about to hit, and it seemed that a blizzard was inevitable. He understood the brutality of the highland blizzard, quickly wrapped his clothes tightly, and looked around to find a place to hide from the blizzard.

Soon the sky darkened, as if a black curtain had been drawn, and the leaves on the trees began to swing and make a rattling sound.

In a moment the sky grew darker, the treetops shook violently, and the ground was covered with branches and leaves.

The sound of the wind quickly hid under a rock, looked at the sky, and prayed that the snow would not fall too much and not affect his hurry.

The sound of the wind hiding under the rocks was not a feathery snowflake, but a torrential rain, like a furious machine gun, hitting the ground of the canyon with a "crackling" sound.

A layer of mist rises above the cliff, and the water cascades down from the cliff, forming large and small waterfalls, which flow down the cliff wall, into the canyon, and into the small river.

This surprised him, what was supposed to be a heavy snowfall, but it turned into a torrential rain, there must be an internal reason, he nestled under the rocks, and said to himself.

"Yes! It's geothermal. "The excitement of the wind is like uncovering an important mystery. He understood that it was caused by geothermal heat, which steamed up the water vapor in the canyon, like a protective film over the canyon, even though it was cold and windy outside, wind and snow, but the canyon was warm as spring and full of green trees. In addition, the warm and humid air currents of the Indian Ocean will also form abundant precipitation when they meet the cold currents of the plateau all the way north.

The rainstorm came and went fast. When the wind and rain stopped, the clouds cleared and the sun reappeared in the sky.

The sound of the wind came out from under the rocks, he looked at the misty canyon, took out the folding knife in his backpack, and walked along the rushing river, opening the way as he went.

If it weren't for the snow-capped mountains on the top of the high mountains in the distance and the glittering glaciers, the wind would have thought that I had come to the beautiful twilight of the Yangtze River.

No, it's a hidden hideaway!

As far as the eye can see, the canyon is shrouded in a faint haze, and as far as the eye can see, there is an endless forest, and the humid air is mixed with the fishy smell of earth and the heavy fragrance of deciduous rotting wood, and the canyon is full of green trees and flowers. The leaf pine raises its head in the sky, the long-leaved spruce branches are soft and thin, like weeping willows, the bright and dazzling wild poppies, bright as clouds, countless gray starlings and black-necked cranes, soaring into the sky, all make the wind nostalgic.

From stepping into this mysterious canyon, the sound of the wind felt that he kept going down, gradually entering the depths of the canyon, the vegetation became more and more dense, the temperature became higher and higher, and the climate also transitioned from a typical plateau mountain climate to a temperate climate, and even showed some atypical subtropical climate characteristics.

If it weren't for the important task on his body, he would definitely have done a serious scientific investigation.

The wind follows the slopes to the highest point that can be climbed, where snow-capped peaks soar into the sky, glaciers shine, mountains are densely forested, and valleys are deep. Due to the influence of the warm current of the Indian Ocean, the mountains are overgrown with colorful bushes and yellow and brown cliffs, like a highland landscape painting. The wonders of nature amazed him.

Outside the hillside, there is no way to go, and the wind walks back to the canyon, follows the direction of the canyon, and continues to move forward.

Just as the wind was along the river, watching the bluebirds in the sky, stepping over countless pebbles, through a bush, and into the dense primeval forest, he faintly heard a cry of pain.

The wind quickly stopped, jumped behind a large banyan tree, pricked up his ears, and listened carefully.

"Who's wailing?"