Winter in Kanas

Winter in Kanas is a blank left by the gods in the world. The snow here is not falling but solid. It slows down time and covers everything thickly and uncompromisingly. The curves of the mountains are softly outlined, and the forests are draped in heavy velvetes. The once rushing rivers, under the majesty of absolute zero, solidify into a static, jade-like azure. It seems as if a mute button has pressed in the universe, and all sounds are silent, leaving only a vast expanse of white, pure enough to inspire awe. The Moon Bay will not be frozen. Even the severe cold of minus thirty degrees, that curve of green water is still steaming white mist, like the faint breath of the earth. The pines and spruces on banks are covered with glittering hoarfrost, and each branch is wrapped in fluffy ice crystals. When the wind passes by, they do not sway, but only make a slight sound, as if porcelain is colliding. That famous "God's footprint" has now become a moon cake filled with sugar frosting. If the summer Kanas Lake a wild fairy, then she in winter is a sleeping giant. The lake surface is sealed by a thick layer of ice, and the ice is covered with snow, forming a vast. Beneath the ice layer is not dead silence, you can hear the dull sound from the bottom of the earth—that is the ice expanding, squeezing, and cracking, the drumming of giants in their sleep. Occasionally, you will catch a glimpse of a series of slowly rising bubbles under a clear ice surface, which is the last secret spit by the lake water before the severe winter. The most moving thing is those Tuvans' wooden houses scattered in the valleys. The low wooden houses are half buried by the, and only the walls of pine show deep brown patterns in the white snow. At dusk, a wisp of lonely smoke curls up from the snow-covered roof, like stroke lightly drawn on rice paper with a piece of charcoal. This faint smell of firewood is the only scale that time is still flowing in this frozen kingdom, it resists also gently leans against the cold all over the sky