Weather forecast of Jiankou Great Wall in Beijing

It is said that the Great Wall is a man-made building and can also be seen with naked eyes in space. It belongs to the seven wonders of the world, and there are countless movie remakes and novel writing. There are countless stories about this water dragon, which are magnificent and desolate. However, in the past, I was never interested in the Great Wall.

From the photos found by general search engines, we can see that the Great Wall has different scenery in four seasons, including flowers in spring, green grass in summer, golden battlements in autumn and snow scenes in winter. However, most friends who have heard of it personally will be noncommittal. For the restored Great Wall, you can have a snack bar, a souvenir vendor, a cable car and cableway within a few steps, and there is a boring monument behind it.

Until I chatted with a local friend, Badaling, Mutianyu and Simatai, which ordinary people often go to, were not enough. The truly magical passage should be that the Great Wall of Water stands near the water with unique scenery, or that the Great Wall of Wild is so steep that ten thousand people can't force it. Friends add from time to time: people fall to death there every year, but it's not that terrible. It's really worth climbing. The dialogue at that time really aroused the fire of inner conflict-what kind of place can be sinister and beautiful, can kill people, but it is not difficult to conquer?

Until a business trip in late summer and early autumn, we had a weekend to be curious, watch the rainy weather forecast and face the trip that may be cancelled at any time. On the morning of the weekend, we persistently set off from Dongzhimen and drove north for about 100 km. We transferred a car from Huairou city to take us all the way to the deep mountains until the end of the road and got off at the mountaineering entrance of Jiankou.

Bypassing the hiking entrance with many arrow buttons near Xizhazi, I climbed a ladder and found the wall on it along the way. The ladder keeper collected the toll and gave us some threatening warnings. About the accidents that happened here, about those who slipped and overreached-and after climbing the wall, the first person to climb up was piles of rubble, and my heart suddenly cooled. I am the kind of fool who misjudges the situation in the crowd of ladder guards, carrying water and a camera.

Move on with mixed feelings, some partners have already been here, and climbing up and down is fun for them. And I, a new-comer fool, can only practice looking for the fulcrum of strength in the wet gravel pile that has just rained, wondering step by step how to climb the first few ups and downs with my own hands and feet, only to find that I have only walked less than one-tenth of the way, and I am not only wet, but also my little-trained muscle strength is obviously not enough, before I find such a thing as courage.

After several ups and downs, I came out of Jiankou, walked past Little Potala, and went up to Zhengbei Building. In just a few words, it is a few hours of climbing. Soft soil has added many thrilling fragments to those of us who don't know much about the earth. What we see in front of us is a seemingly bottomless valley. Walking on the ridge line, my head is broken, my branches are broken, and my wall is broken. We can only use our eyes, our hands and feet to record many amazing scenery. There are no handrails or fences that you can pass sideways on the cliff. You can only try to stretch yourself with the stones that your predecessors have stepped on, then climb sideways or bend over, and occasionally share the road conditions with passers-by, not to mention any opportunity and courage to pick up the camera.

It was not until we turned over the no-go sign and officially entered Mutianyu Scenic Area that the roads began to become neat and tourists gradually appeared. Just a few hours passed unconsciously, and the bitterness of the body and the explosion of the knee instantly brought people back to reality. Suddenly, we walked through so many rolling soft sand stones, stepped on the air a few times, and said with a smile that we might as well go down the mountain by car. After all, here we are, maybe adrenaline, maybe stupidity.

On the return bus, everyone didn't say a word, just wearing dry, wet and dry sportswear, getting dark for several layers and drinking several bottles of water. At the moment when their strength was exhausted, they were so dripping and carefree. If I have to say that I know that this arrow buckle is so straight up and down, I may want to exercise more and come back to challenge, but it is also because of my desire and impulse that I can let my fear go on half-heartedly.

Looking back at the photos, the scenery in late summer is really not too special. There is neither snow nor autumn yellow in front of us, and it is not bright in full bloom. What is more magnificent in my memory is the fear that I almost let go of my hand on the cliff, the slightly hot and humid wind that brushed my face when I was breathing in the North Building, and the sense of reality that I finally stepped off the Great Wall and my muscles burst. This is the most unforgettable appearance of the arrow buckle.