Author: Ye Yan
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Publish Date: 2004-01-01
Features: Before the journey, I didn’t know I would encounter the deadly icebergs like lovers, nor did I have the slightest premonition. Additionally, I didn’t know this trip would pass through the homeland of my soul. If I had known, I would have impatiently awaited the departure. Without wind, Antarctica is serene and pure, like paradise. The silent continent, the silent ocean, the rise and fall of whales, the movement of seals, the collapse of icebergs, and the surging waves—all are silent, except for the chatter of flocks of penguins and kelp gulls, which pierces through the heavy, vast stillness. In the crisp cold wind, I felt a sense of belonging. The grandeur of the cliff ice shelf is overwhelming, but destiny has destined me to face it alone. In my life, I have already taken on responsibilities, and now I must endure the shock brought by its grandeur alone. Since ancient Greece, people have been drawn to the fatal songs of the sirens, even when tied to the mast. The details of unloading ice in Shanghai, laying pipelines, painting, driving on ice covers, navigating the solitary boat in the ice sea, the life-and-death exploration of the Grover Mountains, and the mysterious wintering stories—all echo like a thick, moist male voice, rich and lingering in the crisp Antarctic wind.
Arctic Paradise
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