Passing through Chaoyang Station, Liaoning.

In late October, the wind carries a chill, gently brushing over the land of Liaoning. The train slowly stops at Chaoyang Station, a hub that carries the weight of time and hope, quietly welcoming every traveler. The setting sun, like molten gold, spills onto the platform, reflecting off the modern architecture, warming the hearts of travelers. I am just a passerby in this fleeting moment, yet I am deeply drawn to this tranquility and grandeur. October is not only a season of harvest but also a resting place for the soul. A brief stop at Chaoyang Station feels like hearing the whispers of history, feeling the unique warmth and strength of this city, and then, carrying this warmth, continuing the journey to distant places.