The distance, there was a beautiful nostalgia
San Mao once said that every time a teenager to see the world map, the Sahara was a red yellow when the heart will always thrown up a kind of nostalgic feeling, so finally one day she had her own luggage, and humming Do not ask me come from my hometown in the distance that not only with sorrow but is accompanied by attachment of the pride of drifting melodies find their own spiritual home gone, and finally one day under the spiritual homeland security a real home.
When the San Mao is still the desert where his legendary interpretation of the time, there was a juvenile are weaving their own campus distant dream, a dream that one day I could be out of the village, walk north and south river, Wang Jin Great Wall. Even expect that one day be able to read all over the China's famous Silk Market.
Reading University when I rejected the local school, the only reason that I'm going the distance, I want to see how wonderful the outside world. University is to cultivate love of travel of the cradle of the early nineties was also the beginning of China's folk concept of tourism, when opened, no arrests of the students did not bundle this new trend is certainly in the vanguard. University of years of travel from near to far, and each time left a deep impression, ten years later, when the encountered along the way see also vividly recall, the concept and feel are also memories of a myriad of mental journey style like just yesterday. Is the eve of graduation and the time at home, unemployed, is also planning the use of time traveling and eventually did not take place, there are still regret intended.
When out of school, I told myself, life's West Side had! Think of a place so few walk, no place to go but so many of the great, my heart would have inexplicable melancholy, resentful and helpless, as if the person refuses to Dusk head.
Nazhen just working every day doing the quarters, the unit two of the mechanical motion into a straight line, or pour over illness books, or coffee table talk in the side to pass the time, or TV or books or blanket, occasionally with the city's cinemas, restaurants and so on entertainment and leisure venues, the dream of the past may have gradually faded, or no Zaixun! However, often the face of the map have to often a daze, maps, there are my windblown sand in the desert beyond the Great Wall, Jiangnan small bridges, I saw yumenguan inside and outside, such as blood setting sun, but also saw the Yellow River shore sky snowing.
May be the season to travel is always in the summer, but also can not remember how many times carrying a backpack, while sweating profusely have gone through one after another strange city streets, feeling different cities in the same package that body heat. When walking in front of the concrete jungle of life, the hot vapor walk the road, suddenly felt the heat is coming to the time, my heart will be with a swing and then drifting into the distance, the experience of travel scenes will surfaced in the mind. Each passing coach station, and looking at running away, leaving only a wandering white smoke car, my heart will vanish Caleche, every time we heard the train a long audible, will mind stir when it away in the roar of trains and tracks are always put my heart into the thousands of miles away, when the impulse is often difficult to own, but also reveal that this home has already become a fragment of the map to plan a travel route .
Cement in the city goes back many years, to support the vitality of a growing loss of bladder at the same time, it breeds an increasingly restless heart, the heart sinking, drifting desire to constantly Shangcuanxiatiao keep the impact of detention carved wooden window frames, until one day I know that has got to go out, because I do not want that they have been destroyed by the kind of repression.
Tried to speed up the duck-style holiday tours, and vigorous tourism, the Beijing-Kowloon line after the opening of the first National Day, in the Lushan has met with a traffic jam, night and the "visiting the market", I understand that the holidays are not belong to me the distance, travel is not for me there. As mankind enters the twenty-first century, I am most grateful to the Internet, it makes me not to worry because of unavailability of playmate (how many of my travel plans because it is rather premature), the detailed information it gives me is the a person can also be relaxed into the distance.
I took the train journey as my good friend. Air travel is undoubtedly comfortable and time-saving, while loitering everywhere want my money more often can only be time for money, so I have a train has also been a friend in general emotions. In fact, as long as time permits, I have to travel by train travel is also a kind of preference on the train or sitting or sleeping, or reading, or trance, or enjoy the scenery outside the window of the infinite, or the car chat visitors from all over the world to understand the different regions of different cultures, is so free and easy and pleasant. Travel on the train is let me find my most wanted drifting feeling, this is the aircraft can not give me. One on the train, the number of real-life troubles, have been lost somewhere along, bringing the number of months I could not sleep at night depression and irritability but also to the crushing grind rails, the train tracks a regular acoustic shock for me is simply is an incomparably beautiful lullaby, on the train I always drowsy sleep, sleep so peacefully, so that sometimes I suspect that a child is always with me in the cradle through the relevant, because I think the family used to say had a kid my mother had no time to take me, I can only put in the cradle, I cried a teenage sister, than I let me cry on the shaking and sleep. Perhaps the shaking of the car so I feel kind of subconscious life of the original sense of security and comfort, let me be more calm spirit to be more relaxed. Maybe I travel in search of the cause is the feeling of everything!
Like to travel, Pianyou is love home, the streets of Beijing autumn wind suddenly began to fly when the fallen leaves, the summit of the setting sun shines into Huashan, raw cold Xiren when, suddenly wanted to home and want to see the lights at home which is not very but a warm light shining bright lights; the twilight when the sunset in the Xiyue Zhu Feng of cison steep rock groups on a thin layer of Hong Sha, I feel that the United States, it is a kind of desolate beauty, then let alone I could not stop the escape of the Mountain. Every time a long journey, the mother did not dare to block to block the expression, over and over again exhorted the words are almost the footsteps of my stay. Who are all inert, in a secure environment to stay quiet for a long time will gradually get used to, and slowly depressed, both wanted to go lazy to move, so every time before they travel to distant lands will inevitably have a little psychological warfare, and only when I Mailiaochepiao, set foot on the car away, my heart was free from anxiety down before deciding to plan a reality.
As a result, sometimes can not help asking why they go the distance? Real life may be too rigid and monotonous and boring, boring, and even his wife is too familiar with the comfortable, and many people today want to have a cozy and comfortable in life, they also have a keen mind drifting back to nature, so they chose the to go the distance, the distance both hard and tiring, but there is different from the present rigid life, there are beautiful natural scenery and profound cultural heritage, there is at any time of the unknown, in reality, we have had a stable flies can not be quiet heart In the distance we have danced with her body has obtained a quiet mind. Even if we can not have or do not want to have a long life from afar, I hope in the long road of life can be short time to change their living conditions and achieve bottom of my heart is another dream of life and understanding.
There has also been a fantasy of no fixed abode work, this kind of work let me live in each place for some time, even though I can not be achieved everywhere enjoying the beauty of She Xiang, but if people can look at every place varied Hangse and listen to their accents are also satisfied.
The distance on the road bumps and twists and turns worth of style and let me broaden the horizons, an increase of insight, has been honed, refine the taste, is the so-called traveling than reading ten thousand books. Understanding of different cultures so I have more understanding of the world, have a greater understanding of life and more to understand the answer to life is not unique. Jiuzhai fairy-tale of a depressed adolescents have changed the world and life view, because he had never imagined that there is something the world could be so beautiful; quiet calm me restless soul of Lijiang has been the interest rates, to my soul washed a bath; spotless Xuefeng I believe that the world still exist in the pure and transparent; both as bonsai Xianjing Zhangjiajie also like me will want to return sat half a day to tear themselves away. Boarded the Yueyang Tower, facing the vastness of the八百里洞庭, I understand that the United States and from the heart, the text from the Jing-sheng, the text issued by the heart. Whether it is majestic, ornate or delicate, ancient buildings have let me realize the wisdom of the glorious ancestors; standing in the beginning of clinical heart revered predecessors fought earth or living place, or resting place in front of, I can feel the soul of an immortal real existence.
Everyone has the raising of the health of the land, are emotionally attached to their homes, left their homes at all times, will be subject to the kind of nostalgic ecstasy Shigu torture. And people should not have used the spirit of their homeland, perhaps my spiritual home is not the land I am familiar with, but never fully known the distance, whenever the fugue into the distance, the hearts will remember with affection a feeling of attachment, I know , in that distance, there is a beautiful my nostalgia!
Author: cgn12
