In the depths of the Altai Mountains, there is a small village surrounded by clouds and mist, which is an administrative village of Altay City, 30 kilometers away from Altay City in a straight line, like a jewel forgotten by time, quietly set in the mountains. When the first rays of the morning sun break through the clouds, the village unfolds into a fairyland.
The silhouette of the village loomed in the mist, like a shy maiden, covering her face with a light veil. The clouds, like the light skirts of the fairies, swayed gently in the wind, adding a bit of mystery and romance to the village.
Walking along the winding path into the village is like stepping into a dream world.
The inhabitants of the village have long been accustomed to living with clouds and mist. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset, thriving in this mist-shrouded land. Whenever the smoke rises, it intertwines with the clouds and mist, forming a harmonious picture. The smiles of the villagers are as pure and warm as this cloud.
Standing on the high mountain in the south of the village, you can see the mountains and clouds and mist as far as the eye can see. The mist seemed to rise from the mountains and gently drift down into the village, soaking every inch of the land in its soft embrace. At this moment, I felt as if I was in an isolated fairyland, and I felt a sense of peace and serenity that I had never felt before.
The beauty of the village lies not only in its mist, but also in its unique charm and humanistic atmosphere. Here, time seems to slow down and take a long time, allowing people to calm down, listen to the breath of nature, and feel the beauty of life. Every time I come here, I am deeply attracted by this fairyland, as if I have found a spiritual home.
