4. Let’s go, like a gust of wind carrying the melody of poetry, bid farewell to the incomparable beauty of the summer in the Great Northern Wilderness. White clouds hang above the head, the stars twinkle like the fragrance of dreams, the mountain breeze stirs up the green waves, and the sunset in the west is intoxicating.
5. When I think of the birch forest in Beidahuang, I always think of the golden leaves of the birch trees in autumn, as if the sunlight has melted into each of its leaves.