I truly wish I could stay longer, to fully feel the beauty of the Qinling Mountains. I can sense it standing there in the dark night, looking at me just as I look at it.
Our car arrived at the foot of the Qinling Mountains. I looked into the distance at the Qinling Mountain Wildlife Park, and suddenly felt so envious of those animals. They get to enjoy the beautiful Qinling Mountains every day and breathe its air.
In the afternoon, my sister's classmate from Sichuan returned, called my sister, and invited her classmates to go out and play. My sister took me and her daughter along. We searched for a long time before we found the place. By the time we arrived, they had already gone boating on the Southern Lake. Everyone was with their children, and the kids were already playing happily together. The girls held handmade rose figurines that were bright and beautiful. The water of the Southern Lake was clear, and the winter scenery by the shore was very picturesque.
The car was speeding along, and the Qinling Mountains were becoming increasingly grand. They connected with the high sky, and it seemed like we were getting smaller and smaller. I could clearly see a thin layer of snow on the mountain waist. In some places, the snow was thicker, covering the dark color of the mountain. In other places, the snow was lighter, blending with the dark mountain to form the colors of a black-and-white ink painting, which was very beautiful. I wanted to gently touch the always-distant Qinling Mountains with my hand and feel its presence. All of this was right in front of me, not in my dreams.
We sat in our classmate's car and went to eat together. The car sped along the road, and piles of white snow kept appearing by the roadside. The wild grass and the trees of winter flashed past. The little girl in the car fell asleep quickly, still tightly holding her bright red handmade rose.
After driving for a while, just as we turned a corner, I saw the Qinling Mountains. The towering mountain range stretched endlessly in front of us. Surprise filled my heart. As a child, I once saw it far away on a gloomy day - a hazy, continuous line of dark blue mountains shrouded in mysterious clouds. Later, possibly due to environmental pollution, I never saw such a scene again. Now, the Qinling Mountains were right in front of me, and I was both happy and excited.
On the dark, dark mountain waist lay the white snow, like a beautiful white silk ribbon floating down from the sky and landing on the Qinling Mountains, making it appear much gentler, just like the misty, cloud-surrounded Qinling Mountains I saw when I was young, equally lovely.
As dusk began to fall, our car finally stopped outside a countryside inn. The Qinling Mountains in front of us became even darker and more majestic. The Qinling Mountains were right before my eyes, but I could only quietly look at them, unable to touch them. Only by entering the mountain could I touch the distant yet familiar rocks. Inside the inn yard hung strings of fiery red peppers, and outside the window hung red persimmons. After drinking a cup of tea inside, I came out again. I wanted to take another look at the Qinling Mountains, but when I came out, the easily darkened winter sky had already covered the Qinling Mountains. I could only see the dark night outside. The Qinling Mountains, which were just as tall as the sky and stretched endlessly without end, had suddenly disappeared. No matter how hard I tried to find them, all I could see was the dark sky and dark surroundings. It was just like when I was a child; the beautiful endless Qinling Mountains would suddenly disappear into the clouds, and I was still waiting for its appearance.
The Qinling Mountains were getting closer and closer to me, and I was becoming happier and happier. I could clearly see each of its peaks, towering and sharply defined, with a dark color. Such sharply defined and continuously stretching peaks connected to each other, extending to the clouds on both sides, making you feel that its continuous mountain ranges were boundless.