8 June 1953, Monday
For the first time in my life, I spent a whole night on
train. There are still one day and one night before reaching Qingdao.
I was rather keen to see Wuxi, Changzhou and Henglin, but
the train didn't stop on those stations, and I was half asleep
during the time. Beside, outside was pitch dark, there was
nothing much to see. When the train stopped at Luoshe, I
rushed to the window, but the train had already on its way
passing Qishuyan, so I returned to bed.
At 11pm, I heard people say that the train was about to
enter Nanjing and
cross the Yangtze River, so I got up again, and decided to
wait for that moment. It was until three clock when I began
to catch a glimpse of dark mass of mountain ranges around
Nanjing. The process of ferrying the train to the north shore
took one hour or so. Pity there is no moon tonight, so apart
from the vigour scene of water in the river and the lights
on the banks, there was nothing else to watch.
By 4 clock, the train reached Pukou station. The north of
Yangtze is a mountainous area, and the land is less productive,
thus people's lives here are much harder that in the South
For an entire day, The train was running in the area covered
with farmland that extended to the horizon. The villages
and towns are few and far in between - China is such a big
place while population density so low. I think the vast
farmland can be a good place for organized
production with large mechanical farm equipments.
The train arrived in Jinan at about 11pm, where we boarded
another train for Qingdao at the middle night.
June 1953 | 9 June 1953