Duty and service bring stability to distant border

As our vehicle passed the final stretch of the cliff-side road, wind from the Dulong River valley swept through the window, carrying the chill of snow-capped peaks. In that moment, I realized that some forms of commitment are never seen under bright lights. They exist in remote mountains, in long journeys and in the quiet persistence of those who choose to stay.

In mid-April, I traveled to Dulongjiang township in Gongshan county, Yunnan province. Before the trip, it was only a distant name to me. By the time I arrived, it had become a place that showed, with unusual clarity, what responsibility can look like.

The journey was long. From Beijing, I flew three hours to Dali, then drove another three hours to the seat of Nujiang Lisu autonomous prefecture. After a brief rest, we set out again at dawn — four hours to Gongshan county, followed by more than three hours along narrow roads between river and cliff.

For much of the day, there was no sense of ease. Snow-capped mountains appeared through clouds. Dense forests pressed close to the road. Loose rocks occasionally fell from the slopes. On one side, the Dulong River surged forward; on the other, the land dropped into deep valleys.

Watching the landscape pass, one question stayed with me: what kind of people would choose to spend their lives in a place like this?

The answer began to appear upon arrival. The village was orderly, its houses arranged along the mountainside. Even in the rain, the roads and tunnels were clean. At the local border police station, officers greeted visitors with open smiles. Their accents varied, but their expressions carried the same calm assurance.

It was a striking contrast: a place shaped by difficulty, yet marked by quiet stability.

"In a place like this, without a sense of commitment, you cannot stay," one veteran officer said.

In earlier years, conditions were much harsher. Travel relied on foot. During winter, there was no hot water. Officers washed quickly in icy streams, then sat by the fire to warm up. To help local residents improve their livelihoods, they brought seeds from their hometowns — beans, citrus and tea — and experimented with planting them in basic greenhouses until something finally took root.

Their work extended beyond patrols. Over the years, border officers helped build schools for children in the mountains, responded to disasters, and cleared snow-blocked roads so sick residents could reach hospitals. Some lost their lives. Others stayed and continued the work.

There was no single defining moment — only a steady accumulation of effort.

On the second day, I followed a group of officers to the starting point of a patrol route. There was no trail, only fallen trees and scattered rocks left behind by floods and landslides. Some loose stones might roll down with just one more step.

"This is the only starting point," an officer said. "The path is made by walking." Each officer carried about 20 kilograms of supplies. We followed for less than 500 meters, moving with both hands and feet. Within minutes, I was out of breath. The officers continued at a steady pace.

They said patrols often bring greater challenges — wildlife, insects, extreme weather and unstable ground. Yet no one spoke of hardship. Their tone was calm, almost matter-of-fact.

At one point, I recalled something I had heard earlier: before reaching a border marker, they keep their emotions under control. What remains is calm.

Standing there, with no signal and no sound except wind and water, I began to understand what that calm meant. It was not the absence of difficulty, but the result of moving through it again and again.

Later, back in the village, life continued. Children played along the roadside. Residents moved between homes. Officers returned to routine tasks — visiting households, handling documents and checking on elderly residents.

The same people who walked difficult mountain paths were also part of ordinary village life. That contrast left the strongest impression.

We often associate significance with scale or visibility. Yet here, the most meaningful work appeared in small, repeated actions — a visit to a remote home, a road cleared in winter or rainy days, a patrol completed without notice.

Here, guarding the border is not limited to standing watch. It is also reflected in presence — being there, day after day, through changing seasons and uncertain conditions.

These acts rarely draw attention. But together, they form the foundation of stability in a place where geography itself presents constant challenges.

As the trip came to an end, the question that had followed me along the road began to settle. Why do people stay?

The answer is not found in one sentence. It lies in duty, familiarity with the land, and a commitment built over time rather than declared.

Contact the writer at yangzekun@chinadaily.com.cn