The plane takes off after noon 13. The sun is shining, the autumn is crisp, and the sun is overhead. After the plane took off, I kept staring at the ground through the window, watching those tall buildings getting smaller and smaller, and suddenly I felt a sense of happiness. Then after rising to the sky, the picture was really shocking.
In winter, the northeast land is covered with snow, just like a white quilt. Then in this vast snow, there are some big gray spots, and those spots are where the city is. After all, Northeast China is vast and rich in natural resources. White mountains and plains fill my eyes, which is really, really beautiful. At that moment, I no longer hated the hateful low temperature in Northeast China. I always feel that looking down from the sky, this scene is clearly a gift from heaven.
Then fly from north to south, and the white becomes less and less along the way. Shandong was originally a hilly area, and it rained heavily in Qingdao that day, so the closer we got to our destination, the darker it got, and it was still flying above the clouds.
Looking out of the window, it is a calm sea of clouds. The waves are rolling and deserted. An indescribable loneliness invaded my brain. Being between heaven and earth, Lingyun's ambition is in his chest, and then there is a regret, a regret that he failed to keep this scene. Later, the plane arrived in Qingdao, and I got off the plane in the rain, still a little reluctant.
The first time I flew by plane, I experienced a very uneasy journey. In fact, I have been comforting myself, constantly suggesting that my safety factor by plane is very high, even higher than that by train! I was instinctively afraid of such a high altitude, which was completely beyond my control, so I still felt a little scared at that time.