When I first arrived at Badaling, I was caught in the thick green overlapping. The car was on the road with high ridges on both sides. Compared with the mountains in Shaoxing, it is indeed much more magnificent.

Finally, the Great Wall appeared, winding in the thick green, which triggered the thinking of many heroes throughout the ages.

Badaling Great Wall is the north gate of Juyongguan. The east gate says "Copper Lock for the North Gate" and the west gate says "Juyongguan Town". Yanqing County in the north and Zhen Xuan Town in the west, hence the name "Badaling".

I feel cool after getting off the bus. The mountain wind dances with the Great Wall, and my aloof personality sets off its momentum.

The stone steps of the Great Wall are very high, so it's a little difficult to push them up. You have to bow your head to climb them.

Badaling Road is particularly wide, allowing five horses to run side by side. The whole city wall is paved with granite strips and special city bricks, and guarding the city can be described as "impregnable".

Hold the stone fence, I feel cold. Along the city wall, there are enemy platforms, cribs and hiding holes, and drainage systems, about ten paces away.

The drainage system is at the foot of granite, and there is a square hole. The mountain wind is pouring in, and it is cold from the feet to the hands. Seen from the railing, the winding Great Wall extends to the horizon. After thousands of years of wind and frost, the bricks became more polished and finally smooth when they were knocked on the solid towers.

In those days, the sword and shadow seemed to flash before my eyes, the steeds that went straight to the battlefield seemed to gallop in front of me, the cries and screams of those years seemed to reverberate in my ears, and the bonfires of those years seemed to burn in front of my eyes ... How could I not give in to the freedom of "holding the lute on the plug and returning the camel to my hometown", how could I not give in to the heroic spirit of Li Zicheng invading Badaling and entering the Great Wall, and how many heroic sons and daughters watched the history of the ages.

When I came to the Great Wall, I had to climb Hero Slope, but my back was wet when I climbed it. The originally slightly flat road is getting steeper and steeper. I just feel untenable, so I have to clench my fist and go forward. My palms are already sweating.

Climb to the later, the calf has no consciousness, only feel a twinge of pins and needles, to the hero slope, just feel tired, Shan Ye breeze poured in from the mouth of the city wall, Mao Zedong's inscription "He who does not reach the Great Wall is not a hero" is particularly eye-catching in the mountain wind.

In the distance of the Great Wall stands a huge sign that reads "OneWorld, One Dream", with "One World, One Dream" in English below and the Olympic logo on the left. In 2008, we are all expecting that a dream will stand on this Chinese treasure.

Coming down from the Great Wall, the sun is just overhead. It's time to have dinner under the Great Wall. I wanted to have a big meal because I was tired and hungry, but the food here was too salty to swallow, so I had to eat a bowl of miscellaneous sauce noodles.

In the afternoon, the Great Wall is still magnificent. Some things in the Great Wall Museum are imitations. I have no interest except swords, armor, cannons and huge models of the Great Wall.

At night, I still think about the Great Wall. My transparent heart turns into rain and drops on the thick wall.

I have meditated hundreds of times: Beijing! My favorite place!