"Talk about the Traveling World: My Northeastern Past"

Guagua said: Uncle, why are you unhappy!

I smiled: Uncle, I am very happy!

It’s snowing in Changbai Mountain, very big.

I am inexplicably yearning for it. I haven’t seen the snow when I was a child for a long time.

Regarding snow, I There is an inexplicable joy,

I always feel that everything is white and spotless;

I still remember the challenge last year, which lasted about three or four months,

I walked from the central part of Inner Mongolia all the way to Fuyuan in the east.

I walked all over the northeast, facing the biting wind every day.

I left early and came back late, non-stop. Noisy;

I danced with red-crowned cranes in the cold Qiqihar,

watched the first ray of sunshine rise in China in Fuyuan,

faced the Zhenbao Island Shouting the national flag and crying,

Crazy skating and running in the Qitai River,

Climbing up the Red Mountain in Chifeng and looking into the distance with infinite emotion,

In the mysterious crater Feel the shock and desolation of the alien world,

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In the memory, looking for the journey of the past life in the Northeast;

The winter in the Northeast is blowing Northwest wind,

I have fallen deeply in love with this black land since the first time I went to the Northeast.

I always feel that I was a Northeastern person in my previous life, direct, hearty, and noisy,

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Especially the winter in the Northeast is called the real Northeast.

I went to the market in Yichun where everything can be frozen.

In the icy Mohe and The villagers graze together,

Find Siping youths to play with treasures in the romantic Erlong Lake,

Eat deliciously in Yanji, a mouth-watering place,

Did you know that Jinzhou also cooks barbecue? It has become an intangible cultural heritage, and its signature is the sizzling and oily grilled chicken head, waiting for you to challenge it?

Wow, my hot and cold Northeast,

That passion is full of the taste of big grains, I suddenly want to eat frozen pears,

Sweet, Delicious and juicy;

I don’t know if Dandong’s yellow clams are on the market.

I miss Dalian’s Ganjingzi infinitely, but they have long since changed.

There is a wonderful Guanyin Mountain in low-key Fuxin.

Tieling, the hometown of Uncle Benshan, is full of humorous elements.

And the Yehenala dynasty in Fushun is solemn and solemn. , it makes people dream back to the 200 years of the Qing Dynasty.

By the way, I will tell you secretly that there are actually no Calabash dolls on Huludao.

At this moment, I am far away and suddenly want to cry.

Sorry! I am a little drunk, drunk and relieved,

I just miss the winter in the Northeast, the northwest wind,

I miss the first net of Chagan Lake, I miss Baicheng Momo The legend of Ge,

I walked around the three major temples in Kulun for a long time, and heard about the romance of Songyuan iron pot beef. I didn’t see rime in Jilin, but I witnessed beautiful love in Changbai Mountain.

By the way, I will tell you secretly that Tonghua’s dish fish head is actually the incarnation of a mermaid.

I suddenly laughed again, it was joy from the bottom of my heart,

Because Relieved, because of the transparency, the pigeons in Sophia Church should be gone. I have flown to Harbin for six consecutive years to personally feed the exclusive white pigeons. In fact, I have long been unable to tell the difference, just for the obsession in my heart,

Many people go to the Northeast just for the snow and the limited places.

But I just go there to find my roots.

I love everything about the Northeast and the people there. Things there, the pig head in Hegang makes me laugh when I think about it, the pies in Jiamusi remind me of the Green Bamboo family in Heihe, does Jiagedaqi have magic?

The Siberian tiger across Xingkai Lake always comes back for blind dates, and suddenly I miss the best barbecue in Daqing.

, and Mudanjiang’s snow clams are the most delicious food in the world.

I admit, I am greedy and thought about it for a while.

In the winter in the Northeast, the northwest wind blows again,

I was wrapped in a big cotton-padded jacket and wore a mink,

standing on the fortress of Raohe,

looking at the rags of green flowers connected to ready-made clothes,

The winter in the Northeast, the cold winter,

reminds me of the beautiful past in the Northeast,

I miss the warm people in the Northeast,

What I can’t forget even more is: Northeast’s sincere and hot heart!

"Brother, where are you from?"

"Old sister, I am a Qitaihe die"