Years ago, I first stepped into the white birch forest of the Mohe River, which was an unforgettable experience.

When I stepped into that white birch forest, the scene before me shook me. That was an endless ocean of white birch trees, with their white trunks stretching straight into the sky, as if showing me their strength and resilience. The leaves sway gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound as if playing the music of nature.

I walked along the path in the forest, and the fallen leaves below made a crisp sound, as if cheering for my arrival. The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and forms patches of light, like the stars on the ground. I took a deep breath of fresh air and felt the breath of nature. At that moment, I seemed to blend into this birch forest.

In the birch forest, time seems to have come to a standstill. I have moved away from the hustle and bustle of the city, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, leaving only me and this beautiful birch forest. I sat quietly under the tree, closed my eyes, listened to the birds singing, felt the gentle breeze caressing, and enjoyed this moment of tranquility and beauty.

Years have passed, and I still vividly remember the birch forest in the desert river. It not only leaves me with beautiful scenery, but also a purification of the soul and a reverence for nature. Whenever I think of that birch forest, a sense of tranquility and emotion surges in my heart, and it will forever remain in the depths of my memory.