When I woke up and found that my watch was pointing to 3:15 and it was already dawning outside the train window, I had the illusion that I was in a dream.

Crewe's head appeared next to my pillow, and he excitedly pointed out the window and shouted, "Richard, Lake!" Lake! Lake Baikal is coming! ”

I immediately sat up with a carp up, climbed out of bed with a pair of pants, and looked out the window at both sides of the railway, where there were large birch forests.

It's May, the birch trees are green in the season, the green grass on the ground, the green leaves on the branches and the sunlight in the sky make up a scene of vivid colors like oil paintings.

I subconsciously sketched in my mind the scene of this birch forest in autumn, the ground covered with a layer of golden leaves, the warm sun shining a layer of golden light on the fallen leaves, and the old-fashioned green train shuttled through it

Why don't I come in the fall!

Crewe took a few photos and muttered with a wry smile: "Even if I am a devout Christian, I have to lament that God is so unfair in allocating vegetation at this time, in autumn, the sun is golden and the fallen leaves are golden, but Mongolia is bare." ”

Monica didn't let Crewe's melancholy last long, and soon after, Monica slapped Crewe's back and pointed out the window and shouted, "Lake! ”

Lake Baikal, a fantastic appearance!

It was vast and blue, vast and far as the eye could see, and there was nothing on the lake, no boats, no stakes, no docks. It is said that in order to protect the water source on the shores of Lake Baikal, Russians are not allowed to set up factories or stay near the lake.

I tried in my mind to describe in a language, or a few words, what I was seeing, but my mind was completely confused, I couldn't find the words to describe Baikal at all, it was a feeling that made my mouth powerless, my mind went blank.

I suddenly felt that Baikal had the wrong name, it was clearly the sea! It has tumbling waves that crash against the shore and stir up snow-white spray, and there is even a sandy beach covered with fine sand by the lake. But it is indeed a lake, the deepest and richest inland lake in the world, and it can be seen on the map that it is protected by the land, and the outline is clearly visible.

Baikal, probably the daughter of Mother Ocean married far from home, she was so clean and beautiful that I wanted to jump off the train and touch her, to feel her lake, her waves, her qiē, but I couldn't bear to touch it, for fear that it would startle her and destroy her pristine beauty.

On the shore of the lake there is a large birch forest, and from time to time you can see some small wooden houses, and I even saw a bearded Russian uncle in some of them.

Lao Chen said that these simple wooden houses are Russian holiday villas, and I did not refute it. Living in a birch forest, not far from the bright eyes of Siberia Lake Baikal, the sky above your head is clear, surrounded by endless forests and endless Baikal Lake. This isn't what the is heaven on earth!

There was a commotion in the hallway, and I poked my head out to see the couple. The woman was jumping and jumping with the man in her arms and pointing out the window with an excited expression, and the two sometimes walked to the box to see Lake Baikal, and sometimes walked to the aisle to see the large birch forest.

The man noticed me, patted the woman on the back and whispered something in her ear, the woman turned her head to look at me, stuck out her tongue and let go of her boyfriend's hand and stood aside.

I nodded at the man and said hello.

Not long after the woman was separating, she suddenly became excited again, pointed to the front outside the window and said loudly: "Snow Mountain!" Wang Yuan, look, it's a snowy mountain! ”

A blue-white undulating line suddenly appeared in the distance, and the train continued to move forward, gradually expanding, revealing its true face - it was really a snow-capped mountain!

Lao Chen walked up to me, wearing a blue uniform jacket, holding a teacup in his hand and looking out the window and muttering: "Every time I pass by the shore of Lake Baikal for just a few hours, I feel that this more than a month on the train is worth it." There is no other place in the world where you can see this. When it snows a little in the winter, the lake is white, the woods are white, the mountains are white, everything is white, and you are like heaven. ”

I nodded, there are many snow-capped mountains, many birch forests, many blue lakes, many waves and sky, many birds and wooden houses, many rivers and mountain springs, but there is only one Baikal.

Only Lake Baikal can combine the complex landscapes of snow-capped mountains, birch forests, blue waters, waves, sky, birds, autumn, wooden houses, small rivers, mountain springs, railway bridges, and Russian uncles to form a bright and colorful oil painting that looks like a painter's brush.

The train stopped for less than half a minute at a small station called Baikalsk, where Lao Chen said there was a village called Baikalsk. When I heard this, I felt a sense of jealousy in my heart about the uncontrollable nature of the villagers of Baikalsk.

The train traveled on the shore of Lake Baikal for a long time, during which Lao Chen invited me to the dining car to eat, I was a little surprised, Lao Chen was disdainful of the attitude of the dining car of this train so far, and the sudden favor of the Russian dining car made me full of expectations for this meal.

After walking into the dining car and finding a table and sitting down, an aunt with chubby cheeks flushed like a huge matryoshka doll walked up to the table and asked us what we were going to eat.

The aunt's badge has the national emblems of six countries, which Lao Chen said means that the aunt can speak the languages of these six countries. I tried to speak a few words to my aunt in English, and found that my aunt's English sounded very similar to Russian

Lao Chen skillfully ordered a few dishes, but he didn't understand the name of the dish. The aunt nodded while remembering, and when she turned to leave, another aunt came over to her. The result of the meeting of two fat men in the narrow aisle is that even if they are sideways, they are staring at their stomachs, and even if their faces are red, no one can get by.

I forced a smile and watched as an aunt retreated outside the dining car before the two successfully exchanged places.

The Russian food truck looks like a small bar, with a plum-red tablecloth on the table, a small bar at the end of the dining car, chairs are the kind of back-to-back leather sofas, all chairs are decorated with cast iron, and the ceiling has no chandeliers, the lamps are placed on both sides of the ceiling, and the light is soft.

After a while, I realized what Lao Chen ordered, omelette, and beetroot soup.

The omelet is a bit like a large poached egg, with chopped sausages and onions added to it, and when it is served, it is served with a small basin, it is very hot, and it tastes very good in the mouth, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.

As for beetroot soup is a famous dish in Russia, beetroot soup originated in Ukraine, and has another widely known name in China - borscht, but borscht and beetroot soup are different, borscht can be said to be a modified beetroot soup, with a particularly strong tomato flavor.

The name borscht is a transliteration, derived from the Russian English pronunciation, Russian. In the past of Russia and Ukraine, this soup was a subsistence food, and the earliest beetroot soup was that there were leftovers at home and the meat was still in the pot, like a famous dish in the Northeast.

And the beetroot soup in front of me, which looks like a crockpot with sour cream floating on the surface and chicken soup base, is an authentic beetroot soup made by a Russian aunt who can speak six Chinese!