Pedestrians paced on a journey to the distance. Rusty platforms, old seats, mottled walls, and fading tracks... Under the relentless baptism of the years, the depressed old trains are like veterans, receding the traces of glory and heading to the end of the story. This place is relatively remote. I have to take a taxi after getting off the subway. When we went there, the construction dust was quite large. But this still can't stop our enthusiasm. Haha The park is still quite big, and there is a train that can sit on it and take you around, and you have to charge 10 yuan for a ticket. We didn't go up to sit but I went up to take a photo. There are also several restaurants in the park that are quite distinctive, and the reason why this park is called Baita Park is of course a tower. A small white tower person can't go up. Choose when the weather is good