The snow and rime on the Yaxue Highway wrap around like ribbons, with scenery along the way that intoxicates the heart

As the car leaves the city and heads toward Yabuli, when the "Yaxue Highway" sign comes into view, the world outside the window completely changes. If ordinary roads are just passages connecting two places, this highway is more like a silver-white ribbon gently tied among the mountains and forests of Yabuli, stringing together the snow and rime into a flowing landscape. The road surface is covered with a thin layer of snow, and the car wheels leave shallow tracks, like delicate embroidery on a ribbon. The trees on both sides have long since donned their finest attire, with rime hanging from every branch. From afar, it looks like the forest is wrapped in a layer of fluffy silver frost. Sunlight filters through the thin mist, ice crystals refract scattered light, and when the wind blows, the shadows of the trees sway, rime flakes fall softly—some drifting onto the car window, others landing in the snow by the roadside, disappearing in an instant, leaving only a heart full of amazement. Occasionally stopping to pause, the snow underfoot crunches with a "crunch crunch" sound, the most beautiful accompaniment of winter. Looking up, the distant snow-capped mountains layer upon layer merge with the clouds on the horizon, making it impossible to tell where the mountain ends and the clouds begin; the rime beside you is within arm’s reach, each branch wrapped in translucent ice crystals, even the texture of the bark is clearly visible, like a carefully crafted work of art by nature. The wind sweeps through the forest, carrying the crispness of snow and the fresh scent of pine. Taking a deep breath, even your lungs feel refreshed. As you continue along, the scenery never repeats. Sometimes you encounter flocks of birds flying through the forest, their wings stirring the snowflakes from the trees; sometimes you see small wooden cabins hidden among the snowy woods, their roofs covered with thick snow, like scenes from a fairy tale. Unconsciously, the sky darkens, and when the outline of Yabuli appears ahead, you realize this highway journey has been surprisingly brief. Finally arriving at the reserved Yabuli Warm Residence Villa, the moment you open the door, warmth rushes in. Reflecting on the journey along Yaxue Highway, where snow, rime, and forest complement each other, you understand that the beauty of this trip has long been hidden in every stretch of road and every scene, and this cozy villa is the perfect ending to this wonderful journey.