The mountains in the north of China From my perspective ,the most distinct feature of these mountains in the north of China is the color of yellow as well as baldness, by that I mean there is so few botany growing there that you can not see them from a little far away. I grew up at the foot of such a mountain, I took them so ground that they seemed to be an old man , a boring and barren man, who was made of sand ,could not move, always kept silence. So one day, when I got a chance to travel to the south city. I left here without any hesitation, I was keen to explore a new world for myself. Of course, I found the hills in the south were really different from the north’s ones: covered by forests, boosted with various plants and flowers, feed a number of wildlife, irrigated by water in the streams elsewhere. They are always popular among travelers from different places. They also gave me a great impression, feeling as standing over a sea of forest when I walked to the end of a glass platform. I loved this. But in an evening, when I traveled through some mountains in GanSu by a coach after a tiring working day, leaning against the chair , listening to music with headphone, witnessing the scenery passing by my window, an idea appeared in my mind: these mountains looked like the knees of a giant, with a dome of each hill, connecting to and overlapping each other. Under the sunshine of the setting sun, every hill was followed by a black shadow behind him, this let me think of the Buddha, cross-leg sitting there, with a slight smile on his face, seeing so many different people traveling busily on this road, sitting there and watching this for maybe thousand of years. Whatever happened to his, the thunder, the rainstorm, the extremely cold and long nights, he just sat there quietly, accepting everything. His tolerance, diligency and his existence seemed to continue forever. These characteristics also can be found in the northern, who are usually honest, quiet, introverted, and they are bad at express themselves. Both of my old parents are typical these kind of people, they have not said “I love you!” to me in my memory, we also have not touched each other since I attended my elementary school, such as hug or kiss each other. They just do something for me quietly. As one of the new generation, I like express my feeling, but it will become difficult to open my mouth when I face them. I spend very little time with them, I hold a different attitude to my life, I live a new life, bu