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English Narrative

02-Nov-2025 -- 故事从36°N 120°E继续，我们——我、Zichao Guo、Geng Zhichao与Yang Cui ，一同向北启程，去探访另一个交汇点：37°N 120°E。这是属于我们的第二个交汇点，也是青岛境内两处交汇点中的北边一站。

37°N 120°E，静卧于大泽山风景区的边缘，是城市喧嚣之外的一处寂静坐标。清晨七点，Zichao Guo驾车自市北区出发，一路向北，沿途接上我们每一个人。在城阳共进早餐后，我们正式驶向那经纬指示的方向。约一个半小时后，上午十点半，大泽山已在眼前。我们先行登山，走入景区，抵达了角度巧妙、形似人颜的“山神石”——一块被岁月与山风雕琢出的巨岩，沉默凝望着来往过客。

山色入眼，时光悄然流转，将近下午一点，我们匆匆下山，驱车前往五公里外的经纬点所在地。不过片刻，我们便驶入一个名叫“北台村”的静谧村落。村落很小，路也窄，几乎不见行人。我们将车停在路边，手持手机，循着GPS信号，踏上一条土路向前走去。

跨过一道细流潺潺的小溪，眼前豁然是一片废弃的采石场。荒草蔓生，碎石遍布，37°N 120°E就静静躺在这一片被遗忘了的坡地上。四野无人，只有风的声音——它吹过被开采痕迹深刻的山体，掠过矿坑中积存的水面，泛起粼粼波光，像时间在低语。

我们安静地拍摄了交汇点四个方向的影像，完成这一次短暂的探访。临行之前，四人合影，将这一刻封存于光影之中。随后，我们转身踏上归途，而这一处经纬的寂静，仍留在身后，继续它与风的对话。

English Narrative

02-Nov-2025 -- The story continues from 36°N 120°E. Together—Zichao Guo, Zhichao Geng, Cui Yang, and I—we set off northward to visit another intersection point: 37°N 120°E. This is our second intersection point, and the northernmost of the two such points within Qingdao.

37°N 120°E lies quietly at the edge of the Dazeshan Scenic Area, a silent coordinate away from the city's hustle and bustle. At seven in the morning, Zichao Guo drove from Shibei District, heading north and picking up each of us along the way. After having breakfast together in Chengyang, we officially set off towards the direction indicated by the latitude and longitude. About an hour and a half later, around 10:30 a.m., Dazeshan came into view. We first climbed the mountain, entered the scenic area, and reached the cleverly angled "Mountain Deity Rock"—a massive boulder carved by time and mountain winds, silently watching the passing visitors.

Immersed in the mountain scenery, time slipped by unnoticed. Nearing one in the afternoon, we hurried down the mountain and drove five kilometers to the location of the coordinate point. Moments later, we entered a tranquil village called "Beitai Village." The village was small, the roads narrow, with almost no pedestrians in sight. We parked the car by the roadside and, holding our phones, followed the GPS signal onto a dirt path.

After crossing a babbling stream, a deserted quarry opened before us. Overgrown with wild grass and scattered with rubble, 37°N 120°E lay quietly on this forgotten slope. No one was around; only the sound of the wind remained—it swept across the deeply scarred mountain faces, skimmed the water collected in the mining pits, and rippled the surface with shimmering light, as if time itself were whispering.

We quietly photographed the intersection point from all four directions, completing this brief visit. Before leaving, the four of us took a group photo, preserving the moment in light and shadow. Then, we turned and began our journey back, leaving the silence of this latitude and longitude behind to continue its dialogue with the wind.