This small city in the north actually hides such beautiful scenery

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

The buildings disappeared, replaced by barren mountains with sparse vegetation and long and narrow canyons, which became more and more desolate as we walked.

After walking a little further, a large lake appeared in front of us. The uncle next to us said that it was the Guanting Reservoir, and part of Beijing’s domestic water is transported from here.

Huge wind turbines stand in rows on the lakeside, spinning endlessly as the mountains are high and the water is long.

The world in the north is extremely arrogant and wild. Sometimes there are mountains and ravines, and sometimes there are endless cornfields. Every frame of the scenery is particularly abrupt.

The flowing clouds are also ever-changing, with patches of sunshine and patches of cloud dancing in the sky; put on your headphones and listen to your favorite music, the railroad tracks sway rhythmically, and time is so slow and so long.

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

After getting off the train, I looked around. The forest trees were swaying in the wind. The sky kept the clouds very low. The railway was higher than the fields. It ran straight across the wilderness, with no end visible on either side and disappeared into the gray sky. .

At that time, I was very psychedelic and thought of Qinghai and Tibet. Except that the sky is not so blue, they are really similar.

The experience of taking the bus to the place where I want to go is not good. Although it is a cement road, the place where the bus passes is still dusty.

Even in the crisp autumn season, as long as it is a sunny day, the hot air will still flow freely and penetrate into the car.

As soon as the sky darkens, the hot air flow disappears instantly, and the cold air rises from the ground, making it a cold dark night.

Going to Zhangjiakou is not something to plan for a trip, but to solve some not-so-good problems left over from time, just like the ups and downs you have to go through in your entire life.

The matter was not resolved in the end, and the losses became increasingly heavy. The knots that troubled my heart were once again tangled up, and my mood fell into an abyss that no one could save. I felt that the world was made up of many scams, and those who seek to Simple and real people are played so badly.

Walking aimlessly in a strange city, the unmentionable pain stirred in my heart over and over again. I, who love the whole world, suddenly felt that the world was a bit hateful.

I want to climb a high mountain, blow in the mountain breeze, and overlook why this city breeds malicious people.

I walked all the way up the Qingshui River, to Dajingmen, and climbed to the highest point I could reach. I was alone in the entire mountain forest. The mountain wind was strong, the autumn colors were light, and the squirrels were jumping and playing, but I couldn't help but feel... I don't know whether it is beautiful or a kind of sadness.

I stayed at the top of the mountain for a long time, with the wind blowing non-stop. I thought about it for a long time, but I still couldn’t figure out why there are so many deceptions in our lives?

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

The dusk was dim, the city was hazy, and the setting sun reddened the skyline. My mood was not much better, and melancholy still lingered in my heart. I took a few photos and went down the mountain. It was time to go back, it was getting dark. .

The city does not leave a light for you, you have to learn to chase the light, or become a beam of light yourself.

I returned to the hotel and fell asleep. In my daze, I heard the wind and rain blowing against the window lattice. It was a cold night in the cold north.

When I wake up, the rain has stopped and the lanterns are shining, I go out to get some fresh air.

Walking along the Qingshui River, the blue sky hangs over the city, complementing the lights. The eyes are full of brilliance, but under it there is a lot of loneliness.

I leaned on the railing by the river to enjoy the night. The river breeze brought the unique clear cold of the north, and I felt empty in my heart.

I thought that sadness would leave no trace, and the invasion of loneliness could not be avoided.

In my long, long journey, I seem to have lost a lot. I know that gains and losses are the normal state of life for all of us. It’s just that if you want to reach the state of not caring about gains and losses, you still need to practice for a long, long time.

Fortunately, I have learned to stand firm in the rebirth of new hope amidst all the deep despair, and the love in my heart is still growing, even though I have been deeply hurt.

On the day I left Zhangjiakou, I met a new recruit at the train station. His young face was full of energy, and his words and deeds revealed his infinite yearning for life in the military camp.

I remembered myself seven years ago, dressed in military uniform and rushing to the military camp with full hopes, vowing to transform and live an extraordinary life.

Looking back after many years, I suddenly realized that I had already tried my best just by keeping my original intention.

But you must believe that no matter how unlucky you are, there will be times when you have your own victories. If you persist and don’t give up, you will be the winner.

While waiting for the train at the platform, the bald man looked at my camera for a while, then looked at me for a while, and said: Isn’t your camera cheap? Professional photographer?

I replied to him with a smile: It’s just a casual hobby, it’s a waste of money.

What a great hobby you have. He said that travel photography is both good and bad. Although it costs money, it can record beautiful things. It not only allows you to see the scenery of various places, but it is also good for your physical and mental health. If I were younger, I would not do it at all. Don’t hesitate to play photography.

My brother’s hometown is in Jilin, and he went to work at a construction site in Zhangjiakou. After finishing the work, he went home first, and then rushed to the next construction site.

Take a picture, brother, I said.

He was stunned for a moment, and then said shyly: I look like a bad guy.

His words made me amused, and I replied to him pretending to be profound:

The Buddha said that you should not judge people by their appearance, let alone have a discriminating mind.

The train came from a distance, slowly entered the station, blew its whistle, and then headed towards an unknown time and place.

We are all passengers on the bus. We know where we are going, but we don’t know what kind of people we will meet or what we will experience. Therefore, we are full of expectations, so we keep saying goodbye and setting off.

We cannot foresee death, nor can we predict when and where we will bid farewell to this world forever. So, at an age when we can still travel far, should we take some time to bravely go out, fight, experience, and see the future? Smell it and collect it?

The courage of youth leaves traces on all roads.