Daling White Birch Forest
Daling White Birch Forest
On the Ninth Day of the First Lunar Month, I went to Black River to handle business, passing through the Daling Forest Farm located in the Daxinganling Mountains, I inadvertently glanced out the window and was attracted by the stately white birch forests. Accompanied by the bus's speeding, the birch forests appeared suddenly, before I could savor them, they disappeared from my sight. In my heart, a sense of emotion rose.
I also live by the banks of the Nenhe River in a small mountain village, where birch trees are common, but they are mixed with, poplar, and pine, and it's difficult to see a pure expanse of white birch forests. I have seen two small patches of birch forests twice, once in the Ashirat World Geological Park in the Keketeng Banner of Inner Mongolia, and the other time in the Hongfeng Forest Farm in Nenhe County. They were both in summer, and focused on local attractions, although the birch forests were refreshing to the eyes, but without any sense of shock.
Daling's birch forests are often mixed with pine and, the pine trees are tall and straight, giving a strong and dignified appearance, conveying qualities of integrity and courage. The trees have dark and rough trunks, like the hands of a village elder's wrinkles, and the sporadic reddish-brown leaves tremble in the wind, giving a feeling of age and solitude.
Daling's birch forests are often solitary and sparse, rarely appearing as a pure expanse, but rather covering entire slopes. In this winter, the uneven, withered trunks stand upright, firmly holding onto the northern soil. From a distance, the birch trees stand tall and close together, and even the entire slope is painted with the same color, under the light mist, it seems like a fairy tale kingdom. The silvery trunks and lavender treetops contrast with the white snow on the ground, giving a sense of elegance and transcendence, making one's heart move.
Sitting in the car, because I didn't sit by the window, it was difficult to take a photo that satisfied me. I used my eyes to cut and arrange the beauty of the white birch forests, storing them in the depths of my soul, using the purest emotions to cleanse my mind's chaos.
When I arrived in Black River, things went very smoothly. Around 3 p.m., I took a return bus, and this time I sat by the window.
The bus arrived at Daling, just as the sunset was casting golden light on it, giving the birch forests a new kind of golden beauty. The setting sun shone brilliantly, making the birch trunks pure white like jade, gleaming with silver light. The branches shimmered with golden hues, like a beautiful woman, deep and romantic, quiet and passionate. I seized the opportunity to take photos of the beautiful birch forests with my mobile phone, making up for the regret of not taking pictures earlier.
At that moment, I really wanted to step into the birch forest, but reality precluded all my desires. Looking through the window at the fleeting white birch forests, I could only let my mind wander within them, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, removing the vanity and restlessness of the mundane, simplifying my mindset and returning to simplicity.
