Travel in Beijing

 

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T71 --

Hard seat 158 yuan hard sleeper 290 yuan

T237 -- (price same as above)

T17 -- (price same as above)

 

Path: Beijing, Lianyungang (xinpu), Xuzhou, and Tianjin

 

Travel in Beijing

 

 

Today is the second day to Beijing, January 1, July 30. Old Five went to Tianjin yesterday afternoon, and now I am alone in Beijing. Fortunately, when I stayed at the hotel last night, I recovered contact with the scholar through Cui, which finally gave me some snacks. Even in the big city-the capital of China, I still cannot leave my hometown friends. Although I am following the ancient Chinese civilization, I still cannot do without modern network communication.

 

Due to sun damage, my nose has begun to peel off, gently reveal with your hand is a freshman, a bit like Harbin sausage casings.

 

I think I have adapted to my traveling life in Beijing. I just checked the map and changed my car! Ele. Me Eat, tired, sleepy, support pull: P as long as the side of the money, you go everywhere, but no money as I ...... Well, I had to wait for a while on the bench near the west gate of Tiantan Park and go to the West Railway Station as soon as the time arrives.

 

Walking alone on the road, looking at this busy and unfamiliar city, I feel a little confused. Old Wu said he will come here and stay in Beijing in the future. Yes, he grew up in a big city from an early age. He used to this kind of urban life, but I would not. From the moment I arrived in Beijing, I felt deeply that I did not belong here, and never did. The smooth jingting in the ears, the scattered people around us, the ancient and modern combination of the store signboard, the sky of the murder price ...... I suddenly began to miss my hometown town, green fields, simple people, a pair of potato shreds and fragrant chili oil, and even a string of old corn and red chilies hanging on the eaves in the country, the thick cotton trousers in the nest, the twisted Adobe room ...... I suddenly saw my spiritual belonging. It wasn't the so-called distant city, it wasn't the so-called big city, but my simple, quiet and peaceful home.

 

Yesterday, on the bus from Harbin, I read a notebook about the interesting things of my stay and my stay every day. Sometimes I smiled and sighed. At that time, I once said that one day I will quietly disappear from his life, but I did not expect him to be the one who actually evaporated. Today, I finally walked calmly on the street in Beijing and found the location of fuwai hospital on the traffic map, but I couldn't see him-he was no longer there. I knew that I had been discharged from the hospital, but I had to persistently come to Beijing. In the name of my illness, who did I find? Search for the old five? Book Search? Looking for future work? Or is it the love of death before birth? Sitting on the bench of Tiantan Park, I looked down and wanted to cry.

 

I like Beijing's Cloisonne. I bought a lot of cloisonne bracelets, an egg and a pair of wine bracelets, and I want to go home as a gift for others. Yesterday I spent almost all the money around me to buy tickets and visit the Temple of Heaven. I can't go anywhere now. I can only sit here honestly. When I get hungry, my stomach doesn't scream, so I can use the last bit of money to go to the West Railway Station.

 

Yesterday before I went back to the hotel, I bought a large row of preferential dishes and a large bottle of pure water at a nearby supermarket. I was planning to cook dinner, but I really had no appetite, so I didn't eat it. I got up early this morning and left the hotel. In-house stores are billed by time, and you need to spend more money to stay for a moment. I packed a large bag of things into the bus and walked around in Tiantan Park with them, so I am exhausted. When I was on the bus, the bag in my hand slipped under my seat because of too many crowded people. At this time, I just got to the station and got off the bus, so it was hard to squeeze into the aisle, he quickly squatted on the ground and struggled to find the bowl of water and water bottles. The legs of the person sitting in the seat are very inconvenient. I have enough to wait a few times, and the flight attendant is beside me, urging and swearing. At last, I squeezed out my car and gasped. I looked at the car that was driving away, and my tears fell into a bid. I had no time to wipe it carefully, and even wiped it with tears. I quickly opened the map to find the entrance to Tiantan Park, bought tickets, entered the park, and watched it while walking. I cannot stop. When I stop, I admit defeat. I cannot admit defeat. Coming to Beijing is my decision. I cannot admit defeat.

 

You can't think about these things any more. Think about interesting things.

 

The accommodation last night was actually quite interesting. The 19-year-old migrant workers' sister in Gansu looked like Liu Qi, a young man at the service desk who deliberately cut down my house money, and laughed at the fact that I couldn't find the room and mistakenly thought of my boyfriend's wage earners ...... He said on the phone that he had found another girlfriend. He was so fast :)

 

I didn't expect it to be so difficult to get money in Beijing. The postal savings in my hometown were so difficult to find here. After walking a lot of roads and asking a lot of people, I finally found a nondescribable post office with the "Qianmen postal express delivery bureau" sign on the front door. This time I learned the lesson, fearing that post offices elsewhere would be harder to find. I suddenly paid four hundred yuan and even brought out the home payment. I received two yuan of service fees even after I took the bill. This is nothing in my hometown. No wonder Beijing cavity is so slide and not lost, it is because the wild goose feathers have oil to be lost! (Joke, Beijing friend ):)

 

After obtaining the money, I walked into the underground food street of the old station and asked for cold noodles to satisfy my hunger. Then I called a cup of peach juice to consume time. When I had a good time, I took out my notebook and tried to remember everything during the trip and sneered at me from time to time. I like this feeling. In the strange eyes of all people, I am a wandering poet, carrying a bag to search for inspiration and dreams.

 

I still do not like the scenery in Beijing. The weathering stone steps are paved with steel slabs and poured with cement. The dead trunk is supported by a steel frame to maintain its original shape. The cultural relics are separated by Stainless Steel railings, the ancient flying eaves or the city gate are modern supermarkets or toilets, and ticket inspection and billing are required everywhere. Is this protection for monuments? I don't know what this silly isolation and force is, and it's better than Kong Yiji. I am in favor of non-human and samphir travel methods, with food and water, riding a bicycle, chic, vertical and horizontal North and South, can go anywhere, as you like. Let us put nature and beauty in our hearts. Every time we encounter beautiful scenery, we will stop and take a rest. What a leisurely and easy life! If I want to grow old, I have to quit my job. I want to find a secret in the mountains, raise some chickens, ducks, cats, and dogs, plant some vegetables, and study articles and paintings for years, instead of being stuck in a vulgar city, it would just make me suffocate the turbid air earlier.

 

Leaving home from the Internet, leaving relatives and friends, and dealing with a group of strangers at a strange Station, this is my first week of summer vacation. Traveling through a city that has been far away and still unfamiliar, I watched a lot of red, green, and female in a hurry. I passed the sky like a star without an appointment, the faint light is lost in the boundless darkness. I still don't know why I came here, but it's still hard to tell where I got off the station. I endured the baseline on my limbs and the disgusting eyes of people around me. I sat in the waiting room and watched the newspaper and writing. After the nine-hour night train tonight, which train will meet me? Is it just like this? At this time, I am really homesick. I want to sit on the sofa at home and eat ice watermelon and watch TV. I want to hide in front of my desk and get a ghost. Then I saw my mother carrying a plate of delicious food and suddenly broke in, I want to sit in bed with the mouse and the wolf and talk for a long time. I want to have a dark time in front of my dad's office computer ...... I came here in the name of a visitor. I said this when I met everyone on the road, but from the moment I set out, I knew that I could not see him on this trip, which of the following is my mind? Is it because I only want to go through adventure and forget my fear for half a year? Is it my commitment to books online? Or is it just a whimsical daydream? I don't know. I don't know anything. My brain is blank. What will it look like after school? New dormitory new course, the entanglement between He Wenbo and Lu mingyang, without the days of Liu Qi ...... Will my eldest brother and old five remain unchanged ?...... I don't want to think about it anymore. I don't want to think about it anymore. I want to do everything. I have to bear everything, don't I ?......