The car drove north, speeding all the way.
The land is vast and sparsely populated, the roads are rugged and the mountains are undulating.
Most of the Dongxibo Snowfield is mountainous with an altitude of more than 500 meters. Because it is far away from the Atlantic Ocean, the warm winds of the Pacific Ocean and the Inca Ocean are blocked by the mountains. Under the direct influence of the Arctic Ocean, the temperature difference between winter and summer is huge, and the temperature between day and night changes drastically. It is the most Typical continental climate.
As one of the coldest regions in the world (the lowest temperature can reach -70°C, second only to Antarctica and colder than the Arctic), the Dongxibo Snowfield has the largest annual temperature difference in the world (the lowest temperature can reach -70°C in winter and -70°C in summer). up to 30°c).
Not far from the city, there is an endless forest and grassland area.
Along the way, few houses, pedestrians and vehicles were seen. The coniferous forest danced in the gradually cooling snow wind, and groups of wild animals were busy shuttling in the forest, competing for speed and strength to fill their stomachs.
The birds in the sky fly freely and unrestrainedly, as if they are reviewing the changes in nature.
In the Far East of the Xibo Snowfield, the severe winter of thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow has passed. The ice has melted and the northern scenery is full of vitality.
The spirits of all things are beginning to revive, and the vegetation and trees are bathing in the blazing sunshine, desperately competing for their respective positions, in order to realize the dream of a year in these short years.
Summers are short and winters are long, and the temperature rises very quickly in summer.
Plants nestled in the heat of the ground bloom and bear fruit in a hurry, and the growth process of many plants often lasts for several years, even decades.
Cold and hot intersect, cloudy and sunny change, dry and wet mix, Mother Earth is nurturing all living beings in difficulties. This is the spring in Xibo Snowfield when winter turns to spring.
Melanin drove the car to a relatively wide flat grassland, taught him some driving tips, sat next to him and let his son control it, and fell asleep half an hour later.
Wenwen's hands were itching for a long time. Based on the memorized operating instructions, his previous experience of driving a small RV, and his mother's constant instructions on the road, he quickly became familiar with the car's performance.
It took me less than 2 hours to take over, but I got the hang of it and drove it smoothly, without any ambiguity.
The annual precipitation in the northern region is only 300 mm. After the temperature rises, the frozen ice melts and the land is moist and still relatively hard, which does not affect the driving of vehicles.
In this vast plain, no matter how bad the driving skills are, they can be trained to a superb level. In addition, the vehicle itself has excellent performance, and Wenwen is happy to shout and feel proud.
When we came to an area with lush vegetation, a large group of white wool sheep were grazing with their heads down. They all looked up when they heard the buzzing sound, looking curiously at the tall silver-white RV.
Wenwen saw these cute and well-behaved big white sheep, all paying attention to him, and several herdsmen in the distance also waved, and he felt very happy and happy.
Turn on the on-board satellite network and enter keywords. I wanted to search for a song to listen to, but unexpectedly a lyric poem about the Xibe Snowfield popped up on the screen.
"Haha, what a poem, what a poem!"
Wenwen recited the words eloquently and praised it unabashedly.
"Writing poetry, by the way, I also want to express my feelings, write a travel diary of the Xibo Snowfield, or the Adventures of the Xibo Snowfield, and distribute it to the entire interstellar civilization. Haha!"
"Stop dreaming. Write a poem for Mom in advance. Let me see if you have the talent to write articles."
"Mommy, don't underestimate your son's literary level. Just wait, I'll come up with a song right away."
Wenwen handed the steering wheel to her mother and quickly looked up the famous poems on the Internet.
I looked through all the recommended materials from ancient and modern times for hundreds of years, ranging from Chinese Tang poetry and Song lyrics to long Roman epics, from Rabindranath Tagore's "Gitanjali" to classic verses from the poetry circles of various countries. I recited them for half an hour. I roughly have a preliminary understanding.
Based on the famous sentences he pasted, he also pulled some words from the Internet, mixed them into his own language and ideas, and finally made a poem with the title "Tianze Renjian".
Wenwen silently thought over his debut novel, which he had revised several times, until he was satisfied and saved it.
"Mommy, the poem is finished. Listen to your son read it to you."
After speaking, he cleared his throat, shook his head and sang loudly.
In order to satisfy his own vanity, he also turned on the car's external speakers and spread the sound, hoping that the sheep and herdsmen paying attention here could hear it at the same time.
Tianze human world
Xibo Snowfield, such a vast primitive world,
Quiet night, white snow,
like a star,
Radiant from the inside out.
I also became part of the mysterious coldness, the North Star.
I am coming,
Step by step closer, the face becomes clearer and clearer,
I found myself,
Like a seed full of hope,
Ancient myths bloom on the earth, growing alone.
Blessings like never before,
Joy and freedom, solitude and tranquility,
The wind is whispering, the clouds are wandering,
Spread out God's sketch and draw your dream.
Strong wine, delicious food,
In the dreamland of drunkenness, my mind wanders in all directions,
I have reached a new realm of landscape,
My Xibo Snowfield, paradise on earth.
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"Well written, very good. My son really has literary talent. When my mother gets old, the job of writing her memoirs will be left to you."
Melanin laughed loudly and clapped to express his praise.
"This is not easy. When the time comes, I will buy a smart robot and put it next to you. It will record all your words, translate them into several languages, and automatically modify and improve them. Then it can be published and distributed."
"Don't worry, old man, with your current legendary experience, if you write it right away, it will sell well all over the world."
"It doesn't matter if you are forgotten by others when you get old in the future. My son will definitely help you sell it with his own fame."
Wenwen raised her little face, full of pride.
"You brat, you're making fun of your mother." Mei Lanyin scolded with a smile, but in her heart she was happy for her son's agility.
In the distance outside the car, I was looking at the sheep on the side of the RV from time to time. Suddenly I heard a noise. As if I was frightened, I quickly scattered away.
The herdsmen couldn't understand Wenwen's arias, which were like chanting sutras in turn in Chinese, the common language of the alliance, and English. Their eyes widened and their faces looked dull as if they were confused.
Wenwen automatically ignored these negative reactions from the outside world, maintained a good attitude, put on wireless headphones, and listened to music, which made her mother laugh and hurt her stomach.
The mother and son walked and walked, admiring the natural scenery, not forgetting physical exercise and theoretical study, and resumed their usual routine.
A few days later, the car reached the Arctic Circle area.
The weather temperature is rising, and the zero-degree environment is extremely comfortable.
As you go further north, the forest coverage becomes sparser, and finally it turns into a tundra surface, a plain mixed with a few wild grasses and flowers. Without the cover of the forest, you can see the vastness at a glance.
In the northern tundra tundra, the mother and son saw an impressive scene.
On both sides of a winding river, thousands of deer herd by northern ethnic minorities trot together. This smart and elegant scene brings endless vitality and vitality to the loneliness of the northern Xibe Snowfield. It is deeply engraved in the history of nomadic people.
According to statistics, the number of northern deer in the Eastern and Western Bo Snowfields accounts for more than 19% of the entire federation, providing a large amount of deer skins and venison for the all-star market, enriching the catering culture of various countries.
The mother and son did not disturb the deer, did not come into contact with the herders, and did not want to cause additional trouble or caution.
After experiencing several pursuits and encounters, the two cherished this rare peace and comfort.
After more than 10 days of relaxation and exercise, I have made great progress both physically and mentally.
In a remote place, far away from the herd of deer, the two of them were lucky enough to find a few adult deer that had strayed away. After confirming that no one was looking for them, they slaughtered one and had a nice meal of fresh food.
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Along the way, we passed through lofty mountains, flowed through glaciers and rivers, saw the desolation of the tundra, tasted fresh wild vegetables, and had an unobstructed view of the vast rivers and mountains in the Far East region of the e Federation.
The most majestic one is the Essunki Mountains, which are high in the south and low in the north. There are sparse shrubs and pine forests, and melted glaciers and snow streams allow the mother and son to appreciate the majesty of the northern scenery.
Crossing the long snow peaks, browsing the dangerous cliffs, tasting the clear spring water, admiring the flowing clouds in the sky, the mountains and rivers are picturesque with the snow clearing at first.
Mei Lan imitated his son's example, searched his intestines and scraped his belly, and pieced together a Chinese seven-rhyme song "Tianze Renjian".
Tianze human world
The wonderful scenery of the South Lake hides tragedy, while the cold light of the North hides the fragrance of the ground.
The world is in turmoil as the five oceans follow its waves, and the seven continents lie at ease watching the clouds.
The ambition of washing swords in the glacier is still there, and the legend of the past is remembered in ancient times.
How many rivers and mountains have crossed over thousands of years are just a matter of dust in the world.
I recited the text repeatedly, and seemed to have some enlightenment. I praised the poem as a good poem and praised my mother for being better than a heroine. She has the magnanimity of China's Yi'an.
Earth's ephemeris, July 12, 2110, 9 o'clock in the morning.
After 20 days of long journey, we finally saw the outline of Aisunji, the port of East Beihai Sea.
With constant training and constant surprises along the way, the two of them gained a new understanding of their state of mind, becoming more calm and calm, and not surprised by changes.
Mei Lan's mental state changed the most. Her originally anxious heart began to calm down, and all worries and worries were swept away. She no longer worried unfoundedly and looked for trouble.
When faced with difficulties, you should strengthen yourself when encountering danger.
The way of the world is calculated by people, and the laws of heaven are always circulating.
Mei Lanyin blurted out, talked to himself, laughed at himself, and moved forward gracefully.
On the way, Cherokea, the vice president of the e-Federation branch, called Melaine to report that the leased high-horsepower ocean-going small freighter, purchased and modified speedboat, etc., had arrived at the designated terminal of the port on time as scheduled.
All relevant export procedures have been completed, and we are going all out to purchase vacuum-packed dried seafood, deer skins and venison, which will be ready to go in 2 days.
Driving on the road leading to the port city, the two of them clearly felt the salty smell of the sea breeze, fresh yet cold, selfless yet indifferent.
The traffic volume gradually increased, almost all of which were heavy-duty trucks. Taking advantage of the improvement of the weather, they hurriedly started logistics services.
As it approached, houses began to pile up in rows on both sides of the road, leaving traces of large areas of mechanized farming on the flat land behind the houses.
Overwintering crops cannot be grown here, only short-term crops can be grown, including spring wheat, oats and sugar beets, as well as a small number of potatoes and vegetables, which have already sprouted under the influence of chemical fertilizers.
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