In Xue Xiang, you can hear the sound of snow falling

Xue Xiang, the temperature of nearly thirty degrees below zero is not as cold as the southerners fear, but hands can only endure being exposed for a short time. I am also grateful that I specially purchased warm gloves on Harbin's Central Street. Stepping in, the body and mind boil continuously in the breath: constantly taking photos, cheering, and walking towards every corner. Fearing that before having enough fun, the lights would have already dimmed, forgetting that the greatest scenery of Xue Xiang is at night—the sleepless nights of the tourist season. Arriving at Xue Xiang around nine o'clock at night, my friend and I came from Harbin, dusty and weary, having changed the train ticket to Yabuli twice, because we got the station wrong and because the driver who had agreed to take us to Xue Xiang from Yabuli was reluctant to take such a late order. After much trouble, and a total of 5 hours, we finally arrived safely, and the road from Yabuli to Xue Xiang did not present the unsafe icy conditions we had imagined. 'Southern little potato,' the trip to Xue Xiang concluded perfectly: the snow-covered forests and fields I had seen in 'The Flying Fox of Snowy Mountain' as a child, I deeply experienced on the way—indeed, they were so beautifully stunning. The Northeast is no longer just a dream~