At seven o'clock in the morning, the train passed through the golden morning mist of the Songnen Plain, and the Gothic towers of Qiqihar Station pierced the mist, like a magic castle in a fairy tale. As I dragged my suitcase out of the platform, I stopped in the square in front of the station and watched the word "Crane City" glow in the morning sun, a city famous for its red-crowned crane, and was spreading its poetic wings to me. It was a surprise to choose to stay at Home Inn (Wanda Plaza Jiefang Branch). When booking in advance, I was attracted by the "10 minutes walk from the train station" label. When I walked into the Jiefang Gate with autumn leaves, I found that this convenience was far more moving than I thought. The unique heartyness of the northeast handed by the girl at the front desk: "Sister, store your luggage here first, and you can see the flight when you go to Zhalong early!" Sure enough, as she said, the bus at the door was magical by a red-crowned crane. After 40 minutes, I was standing on the crane platform in the Zhalong Wetland. When the first autumn wind swept through the reeds, the white-clad fairies stretched their clouds-like wings across the sky, and the sound of wings flapping woke up the sleeping lake. The ripples are full of autumn colors in the entire northern country. Back to the city, it was already dusk, and the neon of Wanda Plaza and the warm outline of the hotel were squatting on the corner. I opened the door and smelled the blueberry Guvas aroma from the lobby, and found myself hungry. The "Qihan Yangjia" recommended by the front desk brother is in the back alley of the hotel. On the scorpion, Su Ziye is wrapped in Qiqihar and mixed with meat and danced in the charcoal fire. The proprietress smiled with a spoon and said: "Our secret is unique!" On the second day, I deliberately stayed at the hotel to enjoy a slow time. Through the eighth floor window, I saw the old city wall bricks of Jiefangmen in the morning light, which were blue and gray, and the glass curtain wall of Wanda Plaza was talking in time and space. The rollers of the laundry room hummed in a brisk tone. Under the crane shadow desk lamp in the business district, I was clipping maple leaves from Longsha Park into my notebook. Suddenly I heard the familiar township music in the corridor. It turned out that many southern tourists used this place as a transit station and rushed to the Arctic Village of Mohe River, but they were always stumbling by the warmth of Hecheng. The day of check-out coincided with Sunday, and the girl at the front desk stuffed me two hot sticky bean bags: "Sister, opposite the hotel is the museum, where Qiqihar's secret history of building the city is hidden!" The moment the wheels swiped the Jiefangmen stone road, the hotel's dark green rain shed gradually drifted away in the rear view mirror, like a feather put away by a red-crowned crane. [Accommodation Tips] • Home Inn (Qiqihar Wanda Plaza Jiefangmen Store) can be called the golden hub, the entrance is convenient, only 10 minutes by bus to the railway station/bus station, the bus to Zhalong Wetland, and the car to the century-old Longsha Park are all at the door. Qihan Yangjia Barbecue is a time-honored brand behind the hotel. Must taste the pot-wrapped meat of Deshunlou dumpling restaurant 10 minutes drive from the hotel, crisp sound can wake up taste memory This city that perfectly integrates the industrial pulse and wetland aura, and every corner is growing with unexpected poetry. I know that behind a glass door with blueberry aroma, there will always be a warm place for Crane City.