The meaning of life is to travel and find your life's purpose.

In late autumn, in low-altitude areas, except for the coolness in the morning and evening, you still need to wear short sleeves at noon. But in high-altitude areas, these days, it can no longer be described as cool. On the way to Jiajinba, the rain outside did not diminish, and the depression in my heart grew: what should I do if it rains all day today, what should I do if the weather is like this in the next few days... The more I think about it, the more annoyed I am, so I saw a suspension bridge by the road. I stopped the car, snow began to fall in the sky, the snowflakes fell slowly, soaking the entire mountain forest, the prayer flags on the bridge and the flowing water under the bridge were silent, allowing the curtain of falling snow to slowly surround them... It's so beautiful. I am completely immersed in the current world, and my heart no longer has any anxiety. I will gladly accept everything. Just like Rastignac's inner declaration to Paris: "Come on, let's compete!" The snow only fell for a while and turned into drizzle. When passing through Xinduqiao, there were several sections of poplar trees on both sides of the road, which were dense and golden, and they were beautiful even on rainy days. Familiar streets, familiar gold, and familiar tourists blocking the road for photos flashed before my eyes. I didn't stop because Jiajinba was ahead. Stepping on the old G248, one mountain after another, one colorful forest after another.