Dreams of the American West: A Journey Through Time in the Western United States

Taking a train from San Francisco to Chicago, this journey across the American West is like unrolling a magnificent scroll. The train glides smoothly, and the scenery outside the window tells the story of the vast land in a silent language. In the early morning, the soft morning light falls on the wilderness, illuminating golden hills and distant horizons. Mountains, deserts, and forests take turns appearing in the dawn, as if putting on a spectacular natural performance. As the train passes through the majestic Rocky Mountains, the towering peaks and surrounding mist give a sense of distant mystery. Then, the expansive plains and endless grasslands come into view, occasionally dotted with herds of cattle and sheep leisurely strolling, evoking a feeling of tranquility and freedom. At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun paints the entire sky, and the orange-red glow envelops the land, bathing the entire carriage in warm colors. The scenery along the way is poetic and picturesque, with each scene etched in the heart, weaving an unforgettable journey through the West to the rhythm of the train. The grandeur and tranquility of the American land intertwine, making me feel an unprecedented sense of openness and depth during this long journey.