Among the alpine mountains of the Alps, Matterhorn is one of the coldest. She is covered with snow all the year round, proudly independent, and the mountains are straight into the sky. For all those who love photography, such poses, curves, and fascinating reflections are incurable poisons. We live in Zermatt at the foot of the mountain. Early the next morning, take the first gear train and go to the Riffelsee lake to shoot the sunrise. From the station along the gravel hillside stumbled into the dream, everything was silent. Matt Hunfeng stands proudly on the horizon, the mountains are not grassy, the snow is vertical and horizontal, and the skin without the snow is shining with blue light. The left and right ridges stretch and guard the main peak. In the early morning, the ice lake is as flat as a mirror, and the algae in the water are vague, and the snow peaks reflect. The rocks along the lake were scattered, and the grass was covered with frost, but the nameless white velvet was also tenaciously opened. We set up a tripod by the lake, quietly waiting for the first dawn in this cold wonderland. The sun climbed up the Dome Peak not far away, and slowly descended to the spire of Matterhorn, and gradually smeared it and ignited it. In such a peerless landscape, you will always think of a lot of things that you have experienced, people you have loved, people who have lost, and faces that have been forgotten - they always seem to stay in the corner of memory. This moment is also illuminated by the sun. When the entire ridge is awakened, the glow of the lake is stained with water, and as the picture trembles with the light, everything begins to heat up and the dream gradually dissipates I realize that I have forgotten to press the shutter for myself.