Gudori: Snowflakes fall into my heart, playing the rhapsody of nature

Write about Gudori, don’t just write about it as the winter pearl of Georgia, write about the majesty of the Caucasus, how it stretches wantonly here, about the year-round snow, how to put a shining white crown on the peaks. In the early morning, the first ray of dawn gently tore through the night, covering the snow-capped mountains with a sacred golden veil. Riding the cable car slowly ascending, the wind plays an exciting music in the ears, with the coldness of snow and the fragrance of pine needles, the peaks in the distance tower into the clouds, the peaks pierce the clouds, as if to stand up with the sky, overlooking the feet, the winding snow paths like white silk ribbons, skiers wind like electric switches, in the snow, leaving a line of free and passionate arcs. When night falls, Gudori changes into a mysterious dress without the light pollution of the city, the starry sky is particularly bright, the galaxy is like a silver river, across the whole night sky by the bonfire, people sit together, the fire light red their faces, joyful laughter echoes in the cold air, sharing the adventure of the day. In Gudori, time slows down and every breath carries the purity of nature. It makes us understand that the trivialities and worries of life become insignificant in this magnificent world.