Beijing is full of hope and expectation. It contains ancient wisdom and modern high-tech layering. In the folded space and dimension, we can appreciate the simplicity and weight of Beijing. Here, we can find our own dreams and passion, loss and immortality go hand in hand. Here are some 800-word sample essays on Beijing travelogue for you.
When Lao Yuan came to find me, it was just the third day of the Lunar New Year. At that time, most people went home for the New Year, but I stayed in Beijing to continue working.
Lao Yuan got off the plane, settled down, and came to pick me up. He arrived at my workplace and waited outside for 30 minutes before I got off work.
I remember Beijing that day was so cold. For a southerner like Lao Yuan, the cold of Beijing was something he could remember forever.
As night fell and the lights came on, we took the No. 46 bus to Xidan.
This old city of Beijing has gone through a lot. Although it is now a modern international metropolis, its profound cultural heritage has not been swallowed up by modern elements. On the contrary, the collision of ancient and modern has produced a subtle spark, forming the unique characteristics of Beijing.
Along the way, we both looked at the brightly lit buildings outside the windows and talked about the millennium history of Beijing. Occasionally, one or two “sky rockets” soared into the air, and the New Year’s atmosphere became stronger.
Lao Yuan said that Shanghai’s downtown area is absolutely not allowed to set off fireworks. The government is strict, no one dares to sell, and naturally no one dares to buy. So every New Year, Shanghai becomes a real empty city, silent and unfamiliar.
When we arrived in Xidan, we simply wandered around, ate some Beijing specialties (Jajangmyeon), and then walked towards Tiananmen Square.
Looking at Chang’an Avenue in winter, you can’t help but feel sentimental. Plus, the atmosphere of the New Year, you will naturally think of the sentence “Alone in a foreign land, feeling homesick when the festival comes.”
Lao Yuan had never been to Beijing before. When he stood in front of Tiananmen Square, he couldn’t help but exclaim, “It’s still different from what I saw on TV.”
Most people are like that. When they arrive at a place, they will naturally feel something. Longing, admiration, satisfaction.
Meeting the corner tower was actually quite coincidental. After seeing Tiananmen Square, we walked along a hutong on the side of Tiananmen Square, and when we got to the end and turned a corner, we saw it.
The corner tower at night is mysterious and quiet. The dim lights quietly fall on the ice-covered moat, warming the people who stand there and look.
“This is the corner tower, a corner of the Forbidden City. Although it’s not big, it’s a place where many photographers come,” I said.
Lao Yuan took out his phone and also took a picture, “Don’t worry about the bad lighting now, you can fix it later.” Lao Yuan is an advertising designer, so editing pictures is very easy for him.
We walked along the moat towards the other end, and not long after, we saw a couple cuddling on the stone wall of the moat, dating.
Perhaps sensing our approach, their voices softened, their conversation covered by the night.
As we passed by, a picture came to mind: a city, a river, a wall, a couple, once they are together, it will be eternal.
When we got to Qianmen Street, it was already past nine o’clock at night. Before we went, we thought there wouldn’t be many people, but when we got there, it was brightly lit and bustling with people.
During the Spring Festival, people who have been busy all year finally have time to accompany their families and friends, come out to relax and travel. If you want to experience the charm of old Beijing, Qianmen Street is a place you can’t miss.
The dazzling shops and the faint cries of hawkers are full of Beijing flavor.
Lao Yuan pulled me to a stop in front of a candied haws shop.
“I want to eat a candied haw, what about you?”
“Then let’s get two.”
People who grew up in the north have a strange fondness for candied haws. I remember when I was a kid, I could only eat this kind of thing after autumn.
The season when hawthorn ripens is also the season when candied haws start to be sold. In my memory, there were always small vendors hawking around the countryside. Their cries were like small songs, winding and disappearing into the alleys.
An old car with a wooden stick wrapped in a snake bag tied to it. The stick was also full of freshly made candied haws. The size of the candied haws was basically the same.
At that time, if you saw someone selling candied haws, you would quickly take your own pocket money and run out to buy one. If you didn’t have enough money, you had to learn to bargain. A candied haw that was originally 50 cents, you would beg the owner to sell it to you for 30 cents.
Lao Yuan and I, with candied haws in our hands, walked from the east street to the west street, from the south street to the north street. Along the way, we saw some shops that had already closed, but their door lights were not extinguished. Everywhere we went, it was bright and warm.
The biggest difference between the ancient towns and streets in the north and the ancient towns in the south is that there is no water. It is precisely because there is no water that the ancient streets in the north appear to be tough and stubborn. Every brick and tile contains the aesthetic view of the northern region. Among them, the most characteristic is the Beijing Hutong.
When we left, it was already past midnight. We were exhausted sitting on the night bus. Watching the city of Beijing gradually quiet down, we both fell asleep unconsciously.
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