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Chronicles of the Northbound Journey: Jiming Station

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    If Xianzhong Temple is a place of sacrifice, then Jimingyi is a large ancient post station that is fully alive.

    Starting from Beijing, the road gradually became more mountainous.

    During this season, I set out from the south and discovered a characteristic of the junction of north and south: once you find a lot of bird's nests on the trees along the road, it means you have arrived in the north.

    Before leaving, both the leader and Sister Yu said the wind was strong and would make you doubt your life.

    It¡¯s just that we were lucky. The sun was shining brightly in Beijing these two days, and it was neither cold nor hot. A windproof jacket felt just right.

    The mountains in Beijing feel like they are all made of stone. They look gray and rarely green.

    Before arriving at Tumubao, I remember taking the Beijing-Tibet Expressway.  When we entered the mountains, Sister Yu was driving, and the leader suddenly asked me to look ahead.

    "Sir, this is the Great Wall, Juyongguan."

    I sat at the back and looked forward carefully, and saw a stretch of city walls winding around the mountains. I felt extremely shocked.

    The terrain here is dangerous. Looking at the Great Wall built on the mountain, I really can¡¯t imagine how it was built back then.

    Since it was a Saturday, there was not much traffic and we were able to move forward calmly.

    "This is Jiming Mountain."

    The leader is a veteran in outdoor sports and adventure, and his explanations of the scenery along the way were spot on.

    I followed the sound and saw that just in front of me on the right, a mountain that looked like a large stone sculpture kept changing its angle in my sight.

    ??Jimingyi is at the foot of Jiming Mountain. Once you get here, you are not far from Jimingyi.

    There are many residential houses along the way, mostly bungalows.  A woman's voice came from a restaurant. It wasn't very clear, but it probably meant that the rice was ready. The rice was ready

    Jimingyi looks like a small town from the outside.

    We parked the car in the parking lot outside the city wall, and there were a few locals standing on the right. Under their gaze, we thought we were going to charge a parking fee, but we didn't know that we didn't.

    Sister Yu also likes outdoor sports and goes to watch football games. She is an open-minded person.  She brought her SLR with her. Not only did she have to drive along the way, she also had to take photos of everyone.

    Although it was the first time for everyone to meet, everything was very casual and natural.  Especially Xiaobai, who is tall and tall, and looks particularly like a tree in the wind among a bunch of fat people.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? He¡¯s also chatting and laughing, so he¡¯s obviously an outgoing player!

    This is good, right?

    Of course it¡¯s good, everyone can chat and talk casually

    And I am a casual victim

    Seeing me standing under the city wall looking up at the top of the city, 8000 and Xiaobai grabbed my hands "crazy", and then Sister Yu used her SLR to leave the "evidence" of my capture.

    If you want to enter Jimingyi, you have to buy a ticket, which is forty per person. Sanhua pushed me to the side without any explanation, and then bought the ticket.

    As soon as we entered, two people came over and asked if they wanted a tour guide, saying that they knew the origins and allusions of those ruins and knew how to get there more conveniently.

    We came here to look for some historical traces of that year, so naturally we didn¡¯t want anyone to explain along the way, so we got rid of the tour guide several times.

    It was only after entering that I realized that it had been a residential building for a long time.

    There are the most tile-roofed houses inside, but occasionally you can see newly rebuilt houses, most of which are antique and cost a lot of money.

    The first monument we encountered was the Confucian Temple, which enshrines Emperor Wenchang, but we just walked in and walked around.

    The post city was not small. At that time, it was connected to the Xuanfu in front and the capital behind it. I guess it must have been responsible for quite a lot of tasks, such as hoarding supplies, providing food and accommodation for the troops coming and going, etc.

    The biggest feature of Yicheng is probably the antique shop, with tiles or stone lions placed outside the shop.

    The leader was very interested in this. He talked about the good things he had missed in the past, and expressed regret: If he had taken those things at that time, that one would be worth less now.

    Of course, his ambition was in vain and melancholy, so he bought two hammering pestles made from the original old building wood to commemorate his mistakes.

    There is a command office inside, and next to it is the residence where Cixi lived when she ran away.

    We were naturally not interested in seeing Cixi¡¯s residence, but the commanding officer went in to take a look, but it seemed that someone was living inside, so we took photos on the steps.

    Sister Yu sat in front, and the men sat in the back. I took the pestle and hit Sanhua's head with a gesture.Click, and then the leader¡¯s daughter used a SLR to record this picture.

    I like this kind of casual atmosphere very much. No one needs to be intentional about anything, and the jokes are natural. It's like the tacit understanding of several old friends who have been apart for a while and meet again.

    It¡¯s nice and makes me feel relaxed.

    The sun was pouring down, and Sister Yu was being coaxed by everyone to pose at the Yima sculpture. The leader picked up her SLR and decided to show off his expertise.

    But this major disappeared in a few days!

    A kid of several years old got his camera, and then took a few photos. The leader spread the news to the group, and everyone was immediately shocked.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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