According to the map of China, my birthplace, Mohe, is at the northernmost point, about 53 degrees north. It was a small village with mountains and rivers and beautiful scenery.

According to the map of China, my birthplace, Mohe, is at the northernmost point, about 53 degrees north. It was a small village with mountains and rivers. The scenery was beautiful, and snow fluttered most of the time every year. What I remember the most is the long period of cold there. Winter seemed to never end.

When I was young, I lived in my grandmother's house. It was a tall wooden house with a vast vegetable garden in front and behind the house. When the short summer arrived, the vegetable garden was planted with all kinds of crops and flowers. Some were edible, such as cucumbers, eggplants, cucumbers, beans, and corn, while others were purely for people to admire, such as cornflowers, ivy, and large flowers (poppies). Of course, there were also plants that were half ornamental and half edible, such as sunflowers. In summer, when the days were long and the days were short, all kinds of plants grew almost crazily, as if they knew that their days were few and far between. I often see a situation where when a plant is still in its exuberant life, the autumn frost comes unexpectedly, and all the plants are withered overnight. The forced withering of plants caused by the changes of nature was heartbreaking and shocking.

My initial understanding of life was completely based on some changes in nature. For example, I saw the fragility of life from withered plants. At the same time, I also saw the calmness of life from another aspect. This was because many withered plants would glow with vitality in the next year, looking more energetic than the previous year.

Other than those lovely plants, my childhood was surrounded by my family and animals. Forgive me for putting them side by side. Because in my eyes, they are all my friends. My relatives, perhaps because they lived in the frontier fortress with simple folk customs, were so kind, forbearing, and generous. Love was always inadvertently written on their faces, making people feel that life was full of warmth. From them, what I experienced the most was the kind of peace and transcendence that went with the flow. This almost determined my outlook on life after I became an adult.
In my works, apart from my relatives in my hometown, the animals that I can't get rid of are the ones that appear the most in my mind. These things are everlasting in my stories. For example, the fish that shed tears in The Passing River, the cow that shrank its body and walked because it saw the sun for the first time and was afraid that its hooves would crush the sun in The Fog Moon Cattle Barren, the dog named "Fool" in The Fairy Tale of the Arctic Village, and the flower-like ducks in The Duck as a Flower.

In addition, I also had a special liking for the strange scenery I experienced in my childhood, such as the overwhelming snow, the vigorous sunset, the rippling river, the potato field full of flowers, the old kiln surrounded by sparrows, the mushrooms that appeared like stars after the autumn rain, the sleigh that sped on the snow, the solar eclipse that never happened in a thousand years, and so on. I had a passion for them. They entered my novels. It will make me feel full of passion when I write. I even felt that these sceneries were more emotional and glorious than the characters. When they appeared in my pen, it was as if they were not Chinese characters appearing one by one, but a group of nightingales singing in the great forest.

In this land full of spirituality, myths and legends were everywhere…

Perhaps it was because of the nourishment of myths, the houses, cattle pens, pig houses, vegetable gardens, tombs, mountains, rivers, the sun, moon, stars, and so on in my memories were all tainted with the colors and charm of myths. The characters I wrote could not escape their enshrouding. The living people that I understood were not the people who lived according to the laws of reality, but the people who were surrounded by the light of the gods. They were a group of people with personality and glory. They might have all kinds of flaws, but they were loyal to their inner lives. In the sense of human nature, only they were worthy of eternal writing.

There were also dreams. Perhaps it was because my childhood environment was so close to nature, I especially liked to have some colorful dreams. I heard of a river bend. In reality, it was light blue, but in my dreams, it glowed with an enchanting rainbow color. In my dreams, I have seen trees that can shine, fish that can fly, running hounds, and a sky covered with thick clouds. Sometimes I dream of people, most of whom are already ancient. We call them "ghosts". They tell me stories of life as if they were alive. I often think that a person's life is spent in sleep. If you live to be eighty years old, forty years are spent dreaming. Which kind of life and picture is more real? The flowing water and sunset in dreams always carry some kind of sadness

Answer 1

Mohe was an important border city in northern China near the Arctic Circle. Due to its unique geographical location and rich natural resources, Mohe was known as the "Arctic of China".

Mohe was an ancient and mysterious city with a long history and culture. In Mohe, you can enjoy the beautiful natural scenery such as the famous northern lights phenomenon, aurora and so on. In addition, Mohe was also a famous tourist attraction, attracting many domestic and foreign tourists to explore and sightsee.

The climate in Mohe was very cold, and it often snowed in winter. But at the same time, Mohe was also a city full of vitality and vitality. The summer temperature was very comfortable, suitable for tourism and vacation.

If you plan to go to Mohe, it is recommended to understand the local climate and tourism information in advance and make the necessary preparations and plans.