Trip to northern scenery pieces

 In the autumn one day we hit the road, came to the northwest, north, a place where autumn is strong; in the Chinese territory, and I dubbed it at the top rooster tail, which is the northern Xinjiang, a dream fairyland paradise on earth.
like Xu Wei, like Linkin Park, like career / your heart no worries; headphones with the music I've spent a long lonely journey.
northern side of the big autumn, where casual glance the colors are gorgeous, so that you easily splurge and enjoy yourself. So, in this beautiful season, let your mind wander slowly wake up in the fall.
birch trees, golden leaves look below my eyes, the warmth of the sun from the gap between the leaves vent to his face, I looked up, his thoughts over to the fall of that year, fall well short of that year, thought very, very long ...
This is where I used to dream about, all alone like three Mao, that is far, far away, as if that is here; loose soft yellow leaves, winding paths, a birch, a cabin, a love of poetry, it is enough.
dressed in the mountains of the moon and stars, to the summit waiting for the best moment of the day time, deep breath of mountain thick fog, suddenly felt the whole the heart is clean.
early morning fog cleared , the sun seems to have been just as cold, mean only gave Yimiyangguang; This is enough, this is enough to warm my hands and feet and my heart.
may be our good faith, may be white Haba hospitality in the afternoon, the sun in the Tuva Mongolian brilliant man with unbridled cottage, rolling mountain birch Keke standing shone, the sun slanting wooden fence is particularly eye-catching.
knowing if they are to catch up tomorrow, or afraid to leave too much sadness, where the autumn sun seems to run faster the pace, the sun generous sway its Jinhui; day is the golden mountain is golden, golden tree, and even our shadows are golden.
mountain is hard at this time, the tree is the charm, the water is soft, I do not know how to describe it, is beautiful masculine or feminine gentility? we stood so silent. At this point words are superfluous, and only silence can feel the beauty of the sudden.
leaving, the two birch in front of a golden leaf has turned yellow, tree leaves have shed all, like a pair of couple; I do not know their growth in the street many years in silence and do not know how much they welcome walkers sent. suddenly reluctant to part with it up, Review, the silent question in my heart, if meet again, but also to find I belong back up between two opposite?