This topic has been written badly. But because it is my personal experience, I will write it down.

I am considered half a traveler. Why do I say half? Because I have the physical ability but not the equipment~(@^_^@)~.

In 2010, I went to Zhangjiakou and climbed a wild mountain in Dushikou. In fact, there were fields and villages not far below the mountain. It was just undeveloped.

It was around 2 o'clock in the afternoon in autumn. The mountain was not high. I originally planned to go up there for a walk, then come down and catch the bus to Chicheng or Guyuan. But I wasted too much time on the Great Wall, so I twisted it again.

Although my feet were not heavy, they were still struggling until almost seven o'clock. I had no choice but to retreat and do the next best thing, hoping to reach Dushikou tonight.

Then it was a very cliché routine. I actually turned around on the mountain. It was originally less than an hour away. By 9 o'clock in the evening, it was less than 200 meters away from where I started.

Since you're lost, don't wander around at night. I put on all the clothes I brought, no matter what the road was, and I dreamed of Duke Zhou. To be honest, I had a lot of nightmares that night, but I don't remember them now.

What impressed me most was the moment I saw the sun. I immediately felt that all my fears were swept away.
Chapter completed!