Diffusion, the rhythm of life; dissociation, the breath of yearning and passion.

Firm and restless hearts are beating the same drum at this dawn. Silence, but behind this silence, what kind of joy is brewing.

Xiwei, mist. Sitting on the bus bound for Tiananmen, the raindrops outside the window and the mist on the window blocked my vision. The city is still sleeping, but some people have already set off.

Waiting is a bright beginning; waiting is a high-spirited departure; waiting is a longing and a final release of mood.

Gather together, we are together.

The mist obscures the light of the street lamps and the ancient towers across the road, such a peaceful and long-lasting companionship. Before I knew it, I had already felt the faint glow of the morning light, and thousands of people were rushing towards the final starting point.

As the coach was doing the final warm-up before running, tens of thousands of people raised their hands, stepped forward, stepped back, and jumped at the same time; tens of thousands of people had the same smile on their faces. This was a grand party. I saw the blind runners from Hong Kong, the Changchun team, the little boy who was only seven or eight years old but running half the distance, and the old grandfather who still came to participate in the competition...Although it is wet and cold weather, we are together, we are warm, and we are not alone.

“The Beijing Marathon starts now! ”

After the order was given, there was great joy, and tens of thousands of people started running amidst cheers, running towards the destination of their hearts together. First the left foot, then the right foot, then the whole mind. Suddenly I thought of Lu Lu's words, yes, we are all following our hearts, because of that agreement and the steps are firm. When passing Tiananmen Square, I looked up at the ancient city tower. The rain shrouded the city in a way that made it even more solemn and reassuring.

The rain keeps falling.

The scene is eight o'clock, but it still feels like dawn, and the visibility is very low. My feet stepped in puddles, and my shoes immediately got soaked; the disposable raincoat on my body fell into the water, and became very heavy, airtight, and stuffy; I held the strap of my backpack and tore the raincoat, so I simply tore the raincoat and let the rain wash over me; when I crossed the overpass, , the car passed by on the overpass, splashing water, and the whole body was soaked again; the hair had already stuck to the side of the face, and the water droplets on the glasses reflected the confusion. The rain slid down the face, so I grabbed the dripping towel on my neck and wiped it...But none of this stopped the progress. Everyone had such serious expressions on their faces. Because of love, we choose. Even if it is windy and rainy, the sun is still there above the haze. We can feel the warm gaze and the smile waiting for us.

"I want to fly higher, fly higher...","Wolf smoke rises, the mountains and rivers look north, the dragon rolls up, the horse neighs, the sword energy is like frost……", this is the declaration and call of runners on the journey. Their firmness, faith, and vitality are vividly displayed on this rainy day. It is the encouragement from fellow travelers, which makes people's blood boil. They tell us: We are on the road; we must persevere!

It was a nameless feeling, and the voice of encouragement always surrounded my ears. A little girl stood on the roadside in the rain waving the five-star red flag and shouted loudly: Come on; an old man held an umbrella and said to us: "Children, we are not far away, just hang on and we will be there"; by the roadside, pieces of dry sponges and cups of drinks were handed over……There are still figures standing silently in the rain. They are armed police soldiers who maintain discipline on the scene. The military posture in the rain and the back are forever indelible in the memory.

There is another sound that keeps lingering in my ears. It is the sound of the iron ring touching the ground, crisp and rich in texture. An old man was running half way, rolling two iron rings, one large and one small, in his hands. The flow of people running around him seemed to have been ignored for a long time. It was such a peaceful scenery among a group of passionate people. There are also admiring eyes accompanying him as he moves forward. "Uncle, come on! "Many people who ran by him left this blessing, and he would reply with his weather-beaten voice, "Come on!"

Yes, we all have to work hard and leave our faith-filled footprints in the rain. The traces left in the mud, that rainy day, will remember everything we have done, and that imprint will remain forever. It is the thousands of emotions that can be brought up by just touching it.

I RUN B.J.Thank you for meeting you on that rainy day. After running that day, each of us is still on the road. On this night, there will be many people fighting for their dreams. Perhaps, we will see the smiles on their lips when they think of their longing in their dreams.

Good night, Beijing.