八十年代初的中國，正站在時代變革的十字路口。改革開放的春風吹進了大街小巷，新的變化正在悄然發生。對於那個年代的老百姓來說，日子依舊是熟悉的煙火氣，但街頭巷尾已經出現了不少新鮮事物。許多外國遊客帶著相機，試圖記錄這個國家獨特的風貌，這些影像成為了今天回望那個年代的珍貴見證。

In the park, a foreigner is playing a game of throwing board with great interest. This game was popular in parks at the time, and the spheres were sticky and could be glued to each other's boards. The children watching next to them were full of curiosity, and seemed to be full of expectations for the accuracy of this "foreigner's" throw. In that era when material things were not abundant, people's entertainment was often simple but full of fun.

天安門廣場旁，自行車流如織。那個年代，騎自行車上下班是再平常不過的事，一輛鳳凰或者永久牌自行車，幾乎是家庭經濟狀況的象徵。一位穿著呢子大衣的男子穩穩地騎行在馬路中央，車籃里放著當天的報紙，眼神專注地望向前方。廣場的紅牆黃瓦映襯著這流動的車流，勾勒出了一幅典型的八十年代北京街景。

Deep in the alley, several children are swinging rackets on a stone-made table tennis table. At that time, it was a luxury to have a pair of table tennis rackets at home, and more often, children would use wooden planks instead of rackets to make their own table tennis balls, and still have fun. In the alley next to it, several elderly people sat on small horses basking in the sun and chatting about their parents.

On the streets in the early morning, office workers in a hurry form a vivid silhouette of the city. A little girl wears a leather coat with a scarf tied around her head, which was quite popular at the time, both warm and with a bit of foreign flavor. At the corner of the street, you can still see the old traffic posts standing tall, and the police stand in the sentry boxes to direct the passing vehicles. A jeep with a special license plate on it passed the road, which was the car of a foreign embassy.

On summer afternoons, there are long queues in front of cold drink stands. People take a steel yong'er, buy a bottle of cold soda, and the moment they open the cap, a natural aroma of orange comes to their faces. According to the memories of the workers of the old soda factory, the soda back then was real and mellow, which was completely different from the current soda. The person who bought the soda tilted his head back and took a sip of it, a satisfied smile on his face.

In the foreign-related hotel, the band is playing hard. In order to improve the level of reception, foreign-related hotels in Beijing have launched live music performances in those years. The melodious sound of the piano, the soulful singing of the singers, and the attentive performance of the musicians in the suits were a symbol of high-end at the time. The passers-by who stood at the door and looked curiously were a little envious and yearning.

At the stalls, there were crowds. Stalls are filled with oranges, watermelons and spiced peanuts, and next to them is a street hotel. At that time, it was not easy to stay in a hotel in Beijing, and a letter of introduction was required. This system has made it difficult for many foreign tourists, but it has also created a special accommodation culture. In this way, many small hotels have quietly sprung up in the streets and alleys.

In the teahouse, the smell of steaming tea fills the air. Several elderly people sat around the wooden table, leisurely drinking gaiwan tea, and from time to time a few pieces of dim sum. Such a teahouse is hard to find nowadays, but in those days, it was the most everyday social place. Some people talk about business here, some people play cards and chess here, and some people just kill time.

Near the front gate of Dashilar, there are many time-honored shops. Traditional goods are sold here, and people can still be seen pushing a stroller on the street, and a chubby child is standing in the cart, looking curiously at the world around him. The smell wafts from the roadside food stalls, fried cakes, donkey rolling, sugar ears, and all kinds of old Beijing snacks are mouth-watering.

In front of the Ming Tombs, cyclists stop to take pictures. In those days, the way to travel was simple, a bicycle, a canvas bag, some dry food and water, and you could play all day. Everyone sat casually on the side of the road, talking and laughing, with a lush mountain forest behind them.

The grandfather took his grandson to bask in the sun at the entrance of the alley, and the little boy wore a large hat with a slightly upturned brim, which looked particularly vigorous. This large cap was almost standard for boys at the time, and whoever wore it would feel like a little officer. Grandpa teased his grandson while chatting with the neighbors, leisurely.

In the residential area of Tongzhou, the rows of large green iron gates are particularly eye-catching. This kind of iron gate was once a common memory of many old Beijingers, and behind the gate was a warm home. Some people stand at the door to choose vegetables, some people squat on the ground to wash clothes, the simple and real picture of life, revealing the unique tranquility of that era.

A foreign tourist squatted on the ground and gently stroked a large yellow dog. The dog squinted lazily, as if he had been very pleased with the kindness of the "stranger". At that time, dog ownership was not common, and most of the dogs on the streets and alleys were the role of caretakers, and it was rare to enjoy touching the head and killing them meekly like this.

A street scene in the camera shows a dirt road on the ground and a narrow drainage ditch running through it. On rainy days, the mud here can be imagined, but the children still play here, and they don't dislike the inconvenience of the environment at all. The houses in the distance are mottled and old, but the light from the windows still gives people a warm feeling.

這些珍貴的畫面，是八十年代初的真實寫照。那是一個充滿變革的時代，也是一個充滿生活氣息的時代。或許，那時候的物質條件遠不如今天豐富，但人們臉上的笑容，卻是那麼真切而自然。回望這一切，不禁讓人感慨，時代在變，但某些珍貴的記憶，卻永遠值得銘記。