The footsteps chase the gears of time, and the huge calendar between the year and the year has been torn open. A wonderful ice and snow trip is about to kick off. Golden warm sun hits the tree through the trees, the window is endless white snow, the tree is white, the road is white, everything between heaven and earth is clean and impeccable. It is impossible to describe the subtle beauty in words. In the magical environment of nature, the word poverty is often the highest level of praise. Self-driving is by far the most beautiful way I can travel.