Love travel
I do not like to travel to distant lands, because in a city to live a long time, for all with the dependence and habit, they are just like an attachment to bird, reluctant to leave the nest it was hatched.
I do not love the adventure, life is so precious, people are so insignificant, how can I have the courage to put his life brought gambling with nature?
I just like to travel.
Note that here I am talking about travel, not tourism. For the modern tourist is too convenient, money and enroll in travel agencies, do not need to worry about anything, as long as follow the guides on it. But the trip is different, from design to walk the road to the field, the whole process is more emphasis on the individual's subjective initiative on the road, which is free and fulfilling, and will allow us to mental and physical have been a joy.
"Distant paradise," "go to that place where there is no human habitation," "to the stars away from the nearest place" "to-day is very blue very blue place" "to ... ..." These are the sons of the feelings and aspirations, I do not dare to think about it, even though, she is just mind grabbing the spark.
I have often thought is: to leave, to go where it travel?
Is tired of life? Or trying to evade it?
Not. Real life is so dull, repetitive, trivial, everyone must face. Since the cast not open the heavy reality, to find a relaxing way to travel is one of my choice.
To see spectacular rocks and mountains, snow-capped mountains and white clouds, to see small bridges, powder wall Daiwa, you can cry aloud in the mountains, sang along, you can stroll the city's unusual strange alleys, or jumped into a gallop came Transit buses, feel the beating pulse of a strange city. Travel, home is the starting point, but also end, and each time returned to the finishing point from the beginning, before the earnest expectation of returning after a long time it becomes memorable, memorable off-site of the customs, aftertaste of fresh fruit, pondering everything from the strange becomes familiar with the The process ... ...
Aftertaste to life injected new vitality and more enriched. Then found that travel is no longer a form of release, a relaxed, but has become a way of life has become a thickness of ways of surviving.
"This world is the most beautiful encounter," "the farthest place where the most pious."
These words have been surging for several non-times, are eager to also take the other side of the world, walking in the endless desert, walking in the invisible ship harbor.
Any one seems like a strange corner of paradise. River boat, fishing boat lights, Ji Lv, Hongyan woven in my mind countless wandering dream.
Fail to realize, however, will be the ultimate dream.
Can not go wandering, but I began to travel!
In each period of time starting their own walk in the walk to experience the beautiful nature in the history and reality of a criss-cross watching times have changed, quality and cultural changes.
Lonely around every tree and bush are friends, loneliness, and sitting on bridge to see the stars think about home, may be encountered in a well-meaning passers-by for you Bag, and need not reject the invitation of a stranger in good faith, there is no reality and interests of the to tie him down, everything is sincere and simple.
Opening the map will be thrown a while a warm heart, I suddenly think of a city to a corner of a light, suddenly will recall that somewhere someone said to me a word, my mind will suddenly emerge out of a so were sentimentally attached to the landscape of ... ...
Travel not to stray is a taste of life.
Each pack up your things set foot on a strange land, though it is passing, there is always touching the screen occupy the corner of your memory.
Every little Inn, but if stopped, life must be smiling once more chance.
I like to travel, because I can not stray.
Author: ggrose
