The heavenly beauty of the world Zhang Baotong 2018.11.25

It's a fairy tale world, a dreamlike paradise. It is hidden in the depths of the Great Khing'an Mountains, with independent legacy, rare human tracks, and is as beautiful as heaven.

This is a village called Qiqian on the border between China and Russia. Because the land is vast and sparsely populated, far from the world, and desolate like the desolate Garden of Eden, it is silent in an ancient dream. The forests here are dense and the grasslands are open, and the turquoise Ergun River flows quietly through golden steppes and birch forests. It's a village of only seven families, dotted with rustic Russian-style wooden huts, which are intoxicating in the sunset.

In the early morning, the sky began to shine, and the surface of the Erguna River was filled with mist and cool air, and after a while, the fog accumulated into patches of milky white mist, which shrouded the dense forests of Russia on the other side of the river. The village on the other side of the river was still sleeping peacefully, and the drift of the mist seemed to be heard from the eternal silence. After a while, the sky was bright, and the golden grassland was full of morning mist, and the golden bays were like beautiful streamers, zigzag, flowing gracefully into the distance, and the cows, horses, and sheep were leisurely eating grass on the meadows, replenishing their fat for the coming winter. But there is not a single herder in sight in the entire grassland.

Deep blue sky, as far as the eye can see. The clear and clear beauty under the sky is simply indescribable, and I can only sigh deeply. On the grassland, it was as quiet as a dream. Quiet, secluded, tranquil, tranquil, quiet to the ultimate in beauty. Without the glamorous lights of Lijiang Phoenix, and without the gentleness of Jiangnan Water Town, it can make the impetuous heart indulge in this paradise.

The sun is just right, shining warmly on the grass, in the autumn scenery, the air is free and fresh, and the autumn breeze is slow, flashing a soft brightness. Colorful river bays, dense pine forests, rocky mountains and clouds, heaven and earth intersect. Standing on the edge of a tall birch forest, looking out over the wildflower-filled meadows, the curving river was like a sapphire necklace, piled with haystacks sleepily left on the edge of the ground, shrouded in green and mist, and one could smell the grass green and red. The earth is sloping, the fields are boundless, the villages are quiet, and the cattle and sheep are safe. One side of the water and soil moistens the side of the beauty. Walking on the country road, walking in the autumn crisp woods, walking under the misty hillside, walking in the warmth of the sunset, a leisurely and lazy mood and dream sense are intoxicating. Everything here is so simple and natural, and it is beautiful. The blue sky and white clouds are free of impurities, as if they are within reach. Across the river, on the other side are Russian forests and farmhouses.

Qiqian Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, one side is facing water, the forest is dense, the water and grass are abundant, it is the place where the ancestors of the Mongolian nationality take refuge from the war and recuperate. Walking outside the village, every inch of land exudes the fragrance of beauty, grass, trees, cabins, wooden fences in front of the houses, and cows, horses and dogs beside the houses are all beautiful and novel scenery.

There are no hotels in Qiqian, and food and accommodation must be in the homes of fellow villagers. In the evening, I came to a house, the house was very simple, but the roof was wooden, the walls were wooden, the floor was wooden, the tables, beds and stools were all wooden, without any paint, but it could give people a fresh and elegant, simple and solemn feeling. Just a light bulb hanging in the middle of the room made me realize that this was not a fairy tale, nor was it a dream.

I sat by the warm fire of wild catfish freshly caught from the Ergun River. I ate shredded potatoes, egg cakes, and catfish in the pot. The catfish meat is smooth and tender, with an attractive aroma and a unique local flavor. Living in this humble wooden house, breathing in the pure air, and eating this delicious food, I can't help but wonder what people are looking for in this life? You have thousands of properties in a busy city with high-rise buildings, and it is better to be a herdsman in a village far away.

After dinner, it was already dark, and the silent evening breeze was intoxicating. I heard that there was a garrison barracks not far from the village, so I wanted to go and see it. Walking on the path in front of the village, it was pitch black and empty, which made people feel a kind of loneliness and loneliness in isolation. But when I looked up, I saw that the starry sky was bright, and the moonlight was hazy, sprinkled on the ground like immersion, giving a layer of mystery to the woodland and primitive wooden houses on the edge of the village, like a dusty memory reappearing in my heart. And I felt like I had fallen asleep with an unfinished adventure.