Wache: Tallinn and the Sea

Wache is a stop worth making a special stop on the Red Army grasslands. One day, between Wache Talin and Riganqiao, encounter the unique atmosphere of Wache.

Before even venturing deep into Wache, Talin's presence had already arrived. From afar, seeing that scene, even the fatigue from traveling quietly soothed him, and he just wanted to stand a little longer.

Rigan Qiao is the most captivating stroke in the Wache. Following its vein slowly, every corner hides a different expression, stretching time and space here.

Avoiding the crowds and slipping into the suburbs of Hongyuan, the Wache reveals its true self. Old people, alleys, stoves, and laughter all settle into memory before the sights do.

After nightfall, the wetlands in Waqie are lit up, and the warm yellow light turns the grandeur of the day into gentleness. Sitting down and doing nothing is also a kind of arrival.

When leaving Wache, I felt a bit reluctant, but the image of Vachetalin replayed in my mind. But it was precisely this reluctance that proved the trip was worthwhile—it quietly left a part of itself within you.