On a warm spring afternoon, I went to climb the Juyongguan Great Wall with great interest with my sister-in-law and her husband, euphemistically called "feeling the weight of history."
We started climbing from Watchtower No. 6. It was cool in the watchtower, even a little cold. Although I have never climbed the Great Wall, I have heard about the difficulty of climbing the Great Wall, so we did not stay in the watchtower for too long, but turned to the steps and started the first step of historical exploration.
Oh my gosh, the steps are so high with a single stone step! About forty centimeters, not much lower than my calves. I lifted my leg, put one foot on it, and then lifted the other leg... After climbing about 6 steps in this way, I was panting like a cow, standing there and patting my chest. My sister-in-law and his wife are people who are used to doing manual labor, so it doesn't seem to be difficult for them to go up the stairs. Looking at their vigorous pace, I was filled with envy, and at the same time I also secretly hated myself for not living up to expectations. But before climbing, I boasted that I would be very happy when I climbed the Great Wall. I have to drag the cow that I have blown to the ground no matter what, so that no one will laugh at me for blowing the cowhide up to the sky. My eldest sister-in-law also told me while walking, sister-in-law, you have come here, don’t you regret it if you don’t experience it? Just hold on!
That’s right, I had no choice but to lift my legs that were not up to par and go up. Walk. After walking a few steps, my throat felt very dry. I drank a few large gulps of water before I felt a little better. They were walking in front, and I was moving slowly behind. The eldest sister-in-law can actually still talk while walking, saying that history is beneath our feet. Normally I like to talk the most, but I didn't answer a word. I was afraid of wasting my energy. I just silently touched the iron pipes beside the city wall and walked up with my head lowered. I didn't even care about the scenery on the mountains outside the city wall. Let alone think about the history beneath our feet. My eldest sister-in-law noticed my difficulty and nervousness, and comforted me and said, sister-in-law, please relax a little, and if you look at the scenery on both sides, you won't feel so strenuous. Okay, I'll give it a try, but when I raised my head, I saw a hair-raisingly steep stone staircase. Fear suddenly surged up, and I was really afraid that I would fall down if I was negligent. Forget it, I’ll leave the scenery to you, I’ll just fumble and climb up honestly. I forgot which watchtower we were at, so we sat on a bench to rest for a while. Only then did I relax a little and look around. It's really good. Some of the vegetation has turned green, some are still dry, and some have bloomed... It reminds me of the poem I saw before, "The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom." Although it is not very suitable for the scene, the layering of vegetation changes is still somewhat similar. I drank up the Nongfu Mountain Spring as thirsty as a drought-stricken seedling, but my sister-in-law and his wife only drank half of the water in their hands. Alas, how can there be such a big gap between the two of us?
I told them that I was almost exhausted and I didn’t want to climb up any more. They both encouraged me and said that after three or four watchtowers, we would reach the top. It would be a shame if you didn't go up. Believe in yourself, you can definitely do it. After their persuasion, I really didn’t want to be a deserter, let alone have any regrets. Maybe we know that the highest goal is not far away from us, or maybe their encouragement has played a role. When you climb up again, it won't be so difficult. Along the way, I also met people who were just as tired as me and didn’t want to move, but everyone encouraged each other to keep going and it made the journey a lot more relaxing.
When I was thirsty, I licked my dry lips; when I was hot, I took off my coat and tied it around my waist, but I never thought about giving up. Watchtower No. 12, the highest point, finally arrived. I was as happy as a fool, and kept shouting: I'm finally here! I'm finally here!
Standing at the highest point, ha, I can finally experience "being at the top of the mountain and seeing all the mountains at a glance" "small". Looking across the way, I saw the ancient Great Wall illuminated by the sun, straddling the undulating mountains shrouded in smoke, looking like a shining golden dragon soaring mightily through the clouds and mist in the mountains. Isn't this the dragon vein that the ancients pursued? We don't know whether there is a dragon vein or not. But the heroic sons and daughters of China have used stone steps and city bricks to build the dragon vein of the Chinese nation!
Today, we, without any burden, are walking on the stones paved with the blood and sweat of our ancestors. The steps are still difficult, but what about the ancestors? I can’t imagine how they persuaded and encouraged themselves to carry the heavy wall materials to the top of the mountain, and how they overcame the unfavorable terrain conditions to firmly insert the stones on the backbone of the mountain. superior. However, what is certain is that their unwillingness to admit defeat and not give up created a world miracle for future generations. This spirit will continue to inspire the outstanding Chinese people to unite as one and create miracles again! If you don’t believe it, please look at the many people on the stone steps who know the difficulties but still move forward, as well as the children who are being held by their parents’ hands.