Small town photographer

When I went to Zhangjiakou, there was no high-speed rail. I took the green leather train from Beijing station and staggered all the way out of Beijing.

Buildings disappeared, replaced by barren hills and narrow canyons with sparse vegetation, which became more and more desolate.

A little further, a big lake appeared, and the uncle next to it said it was Guanting Reservoir, from which part of Beijing's domestic water was transported.

Huge wind turbines stand in rows by the lake, turning and turning, and endless mountains are tall and long.

The world in the north is extremely proud and wild. One moment is a continuous ravine, the other is an endless cornfield, and each frame of scenery is particularly abrupt.

The flowing clouds are also changing endlessly, and the sky will be sunny and the perineum will dance for a while; Put on headphones and listen to your favorite music. The rails swing rhythmically, and time is so slow and long.

At that time, Zhangjiakou Railway Station was a small station, in the suburbs.

When I got off the train, I looked around. Trees are swaying in the wind, and the clouds in the sky are very low. The railway is higher than the field, standing straight in the wilderness, with no end in sight on both sides and disappearing into the gray sky.

At that time, I was psychedelic to think of Qinghai and Tibet, but the sky was not so blue, and it was really similar.

It's not a good experience to go where you want to go by bus. Although it is a cement road, the place it passes through is still dusty.

Even in the crisp autumn season, as long as it is sunny, the hot and dry airflow still rages and gets into the car.

It was dark, the hot air disappeared instantly, and the cold rose from the ground, a chilly night.

Going to Zhangjiakou is not a planned trip, but to solve some less beautiful problems left over from time, just like the ups and downs you will experience in your life.

Things ended up falling apart, and the losses became heavier and heavier. The knot that troubled my heart was out of order again, and I fell into the abyss that no one could save. I think the world is made up of many scams, and those who seek simplicity and truth are badly played.

Walking aimlessly in a strange city, the pain that no one can sue is stirring in my heart again and again. I love the whole world, and suddenly I feel that the world is a little hateful.

I want to climb the mountain, blow the mountain breeze and overlook why this city breeds people full of malice.

All the way up the Qingshui River to Dajingmen and climb to the highest place I can climb. The whole mountain forest is a person, the mountain wind is cold, the autumn colors are faint, squirrels jump and play, but I can't tell whether it is beautiful or sad.

I stayed at the top of the mountain for a long time, and the wind kept blowing. I still can't figure out why there are so many cheats in our life after thinking for a long time.

Why do people struggle painfully because of those deceptions but refuse to let go and forget?

Twilight is boundless, the city is hazy, the sunset has blackened the skyline, and the mood is not much better. I still feel blue. I took some photos and went down the mountain. It's time to go back. It's getting dark

The city won't leave you light, you should learn to chase it, or become a beam of light yourself.

When I got back to the hotel, I fell asleep. In my confusion, I heard the wind and rain beating on the window lattice, cold north, cold night.

Wake up, the rain has stopped, the lights are all off, and go out for some air.

Walking by the Qingshui River, the blue sky hangs over the city, which is in harmony with the lights. It is full of glory, but it is also full of loneliness.

I leaned against the railing by the river and enjoyed the night. The river wind blew the unique cold in the north, and my heart felt empty.

I think sadness leaves no trace, and I can't escape loneliness.

I seem to have lost a lot in the long walk. I know that gains and losses are the normal state of life for all of us, but it takes a long time to practice if we want to reach the realm of regardless of gains and losses.

Fortunately, learn to regenerate new hope in all deep despair, and the love in my heart is still growing, although it has been deeply hurt.

On the day I left Zhangjiakou, I met a recruit at the railway station. My tender face is full of vigor and vitality, and everything I say and do reveals my infinite yearning for life in the military camp.

I think of myself seven years ago, wearing a military uniform, walking hopefully to the military camp, vowing to change and lead an extraordinary life.

Looking back many years later, I suddenly found that I had done my best, just to keep my heart.

However, we must believe that no matter how unlucky people are, there are also some victory moments of their own. If they persist and don't give up, they will win.

While waiting for the bus on the platform, Brother Bald looked at my camera for a while, then at me and said, Isn't this camera cheap? Professional photographer?

I replied to him with a smile: amateur fooling around is purely a hobby and it costs a lot of money.

You have a good hobby, he said. Travel photography is both right and wrong. Although it costs money, it can record beauty. It can not only see the surrounding scenery, but also be beneficial to physical and mental health. If I were younger, I would not hesitate to play photography.

My brother's hometown is in Jilin, and he went to work in a construction site in Zhangjiakou. After that, go home first and then go to the next construction site.

Take a picture, big brother, I said.

He paused, then said shyly, I look like a bad person.

His words amused me, so I replied to him deeply:

Buddha said don't judge a book by its cover, and don't divide it.

The train comes from a distance, slowly stops to whistle, and then rushes to an unknown time and place.

We are all passengers. We know where we are going, but we don't know who we will meet and what we have experienced, so we are full of expectations, so we keep saying goodbye and starting.

We can't foresee death, and we can't predict when and where to say goodbye to this world forever. Then, at the age when we can still travel, do we spend some time boldly trying to experience, see, smell and collect?

Courage in youth burns all traces on the road.