Strolling through Dongxing, one glimpses the beauty of the place

I was born in 1973, across the Beilun River where there was a 'brotherly affection'; in 1979, my brother was born, and our father, who was in the military unit involved in the war, named him with the imprint of 'self-defense counterattack'. The brotherly affection is preserved in the museum, and the remnants of war are hidden in the streets. The boundary markers of the Qing Dynasty, the boundary markers of New China, barbed wire, the bustling border trade with large and small packages... The Beilun River remains silent, yet every moment, every breath, is history... Dongxing·Fangchenggang