Winter in Mohe is not just about watching the snow, but experiencing the northernmost coordinates

While autumn still lingers in the south, Mohe has quietly entered its own era of ice and snow. This is the "rooster's comb peak" of China's map, a secret spot for aurora viewing, and a pure white fairy tale land in the hearts of winter travelers. Stepping onto this land feels like entering a secret realm especially favored by the snow god, where every step treads on a soft snow carpet, and every glance is filled with the ultimate romance of the northern country. Walking into Mohe’s birch forest is like stepping into a long winter scroll painted with ink wash. The straight birch trees have shed their green leaves, with their white trunks and sparse branches outlining simple yet stunning lines against the blue sky. Sunlight filters through the branches, casting mottled shadows on the snow, and when the wind blows, the snow on the branches falls softly, as if forest spirits are whispering. You can, like the traveler in the picture, wear colorful winter clothes and wander through the forest, reaching out to touch the icy tree trunks and watching snowflakes melt instantly in your palm; or find a snow pile to sit quietly, watching the birch forest stand silently in the wind and snow, listening to the crunching sound of snow underfoot. At this moment, time seems to slow down with the falling snow. The snow in Mohe is the most generous playmate. On the frozen lake, you can experience an exciting snow drift, feeling the thrill of the cold wind whistling past your ears; or have a lively snowball fight with friends, letting snow pile on your body and laughter echo across the ice field. Just like the people in the picture, stretch your body freely in the thick snow, blending yourself with this snowy white world. If you’re lucky, you can try the magical “water turning to ice” phenomenon—throw hot water forcefully into the air, and it instantly freezes into a silver-white arc, a unique memory belonging to Mohe. Mohe’s Beihong Village and Arctic Village are excellent places in China to observe the aurora. Although the aurora is unpredictable, even on nights without it, looking up reveals a sky full of dazzling stars. Send a postcard from the northernmost post office, check in at the northernmost outpost, and make a wish under the landmark of the "Golden Rooster’s Crown." Each "northernmost" label adds a unique sense of ceremony to your journey. On a cold night in Mohe, nothing comforts the body and soul more than a hot meal of Northeastern Chinese cuisine. Enjoy a bubbling iron pot stew, with ribs, green beans, and corn simmering to release rich aromas; taste frozen pears and frozen persimmons, which burst with icy juice the moment you bite into them—a sweetness unique to the north; then drink a bowl of steaming hot lamb soup, with warmth spreading from your stomach to every limb, driving away all the cold. The snow in Mohe is an endless poem, an inexhaustible scene. It nurtures ultimate romance with extreme coldness; it sketches the northernmost charm with pure whiteness. Come to Mohe, and let yourself dream of the aurora and the snowy land in this icy secret realm. When you wake, your heart will be filled with the vastness and tenderness of the northern country. Mohe · Greater Khingan Mountains