The Arctic aurora's icy kiss: In Mohe, life becomes a poem of ice and fire

At the northernmost tip of China, Mohe weaves a fairytale of the world's end with its sharply defined ice and snow textures and gentle, romantic aurora illusions. This is the ice and snow kingdom at 53° north latitude, but it is also an ideal place in the hearts of countless people to "touch the ultimate." When the polar night falls, the starry sky is so dazzling in the pure air of minus 40℃ that it is almost extravagant. Lucky travelers can encounter the green silk-like aurora surging across the sky, as if the universe has knocked over the palette. In winter, the birch forest is wrapped in silver frost, and the reindeer make a "creaking" sound as they step on the snow. Follow the Ewenki hunters through the forest, and the fur on the sleigh and the deer milk wine by the campfire warm every inch of skin kissed by the cold. In summer, Mohe sheds its silver coat and welcomes the 24-hour midnight sun. The Heilongjiang River in the morning mist is like a blue ribbon. Ride along the border, watch the dandelions flying in the meadow, and lie on the kang of the wooden house in the evening, listening to the pine waves and the starry sky whispering outside the window. Time here has a unique scale—the fleeting moment of the aurora dancing, the long wait for the ice and snow to melt, and the ancient rhythm of the reindeer migration. When the neon lights of the city are replaced by the aurora, and when the traffic is transformed into the roar of snowmobiles, Mohe tells everyone who arrives with the ultimate cold and the ultimate warmth: The real distance is to let the soul meet itself again in pure nature.