Why is always eager to proceed toward an unknown distance. I have asked myself over and over again.
Every day, ride through this highly modern and full of dust, there are birds There was even a breath sound of the roar with the sound of aircraft, trees more of a reinforced concrete building of the city, in the crowded car, watching the cars rush to lay color people, but also those irrelevant buildings or roads, mind is a kind of indifference. Whether花开花落, regardless of seasons, life always continues. We are still to come and go, and wandering in the city. Our lives, not only always to continue and even to meet to say that life is just how rich and varied.
We have laughter, we have singing, we have tears, we have heartache. Life let us know, what is trivial, what is trivial, what is happiness, what is sad, what is called frustration.
However, we may soon forget what is called moving. What is called enthusiastically.
I'm bringing my young son to the park. Train ride with him and accompany him to spend look at trees, mountains, water, chasing butterflies with him. Son crisp, clear laughter, I am a pure pleasure. I ran with him, along with laughing. Sometimes when he was asleep, I looked at his lovely little face goes on, I would think: my child, you make me aware of a simple and true happiness. I like this simple pleasure.
However, in the adult world, I would never have such a feeling. Also laugh, but perhaps with a mask of laughter. It was all familiar and acquiesced in, so no one would come whom ? wear. More often, seriously and earnestly doing their own thing. Hurry hurry the pace, so we are able to stay too late to experience. Many expressions are also unnecessary.
We are accustomed to without feeling life. Have lost the ability to experience life, no more overflowing passion. Presumably this is the trivialization of life bar. We said to himself.
That year I was 17 years old. Still in the countryside. Once a bike to go over 30 kilometers outside the town, afternoon drive back. Did not expect that the road tire broke, playing a number of gas no use to go for some Tuizhao Che before seen a roadside repair stalls. At that time is dusk, there are more than 10 kilometers of mountain home. Not a penny of my body was anxious to cry. Repair of an old man, he helped me repair a car, but also left me with his family for a night. 10 years have passed, I left home, and take a lot of places, but that old man and his car repair stalls, always remain in my memory.
This matter when I wrote "moved" when the word appeared in my mind. Of this feeling, as if for a long time not been there before.
This is a heart, really no longer anything but impressed by it? Is no longer what the people moving to happen, or the soul dyed dust and become insensitive out? If the heart was stained with dust, whether it can also be polished, it can also be used to as translucent as it does?
I am alone out travel more than once. In a strange place, carrying my luggage, looking for shelter, to determine travel routes, to find means of transport. A person at the beach, in the mountains, in the countryside on the road, in the unfamiliar streets, I walk, I saw, I thought, or do not want anything.
That in the North Sea, a person on the Weizhou Island. I forgot what it was the island's attractions, I go alone from the mountains to the sea. I walked a few dozen minutes, did not encounter a person, occasionally to see a few small goats. On the island I saw a lot of cactus, previously always thought that only a desert cactus plants lyrics to the phrase "sunshine, beach, waves, cactus" in how the cactus and other linked puzzled. I was about to see.
Sea breeze blowing, cool and pleasant, I was sitting on a mountain in a small pavilion on the rest of the time, very eager to share with others the joy of the kind of natural sense to me. I took out cell phones, with a friend on the phone. In Shenzhen, Zhuhai, have seen the sea, but few have the time alone in the sea. Later, I down to the beach, sitting on rocks on the sea that, with the sea breeze was blowing, listening to Ocean Waves intermittent, not tell What kind of feeling, if not the day to catch the ferry from the island of return that I think there has been sat, sat dark.
Although he did not have sat down on the island, but in the Silver Beach Park, a white sandy beach and stay until sunset, to see how close the sun to make its final touch of brilliance to see the sea Chuaner phrase has become a black silhouette, see water, gradually merged into one day, I sat so quietly, but intently gazes out at the sea a little bit in the changes. At first, side had also been asked whether or not to photograph, was asked to go to eat Otherwise, there are two people playing beach football, beach later gradually empty. I will own more and got into the thick darkness, and finally went off to the side of the beach park began to see a 8:30 a large fountain.
Or in Guangxi, in the Sino-Vietnamese border Germany-day falls, the day I can clearly feel the recall. Although the time I did not write travel diaries, came back did not write travels. Alone in a car rental from Daxin, after a few hours over the mountains with great fanfare quite Guilin sophistication. Destination de days when the waterfall, though far away on the beheld a waterfall, but also heard the sound of waterfalls, but I do not particularly excited. Period of time in a little water, and Germany did not imagine the days falls in the spectacular, although it was known as the largest transnational waterfall.
At any time, hearsay or imagined is always not so realistic. Perhaps it is because I took my imagination to "find what you want," will always be a bit disappointed bar. But when I sat in one of the spring return of the rafts on the river, looking in front of mountains, listening to the never-ending waterfall like the sound of waterfalls splash of spray his face was wet, I know he is very satisfied. Because it gave me a real natural feel, I can not tell his feelings. But I know that inner quiet, in the nature I am quiet, not as often so restless.
In Yunnan, I have always been alone. One night, in Lijiang's Square Street, I got into a video store. Selling CD, is a young man, a look at that to know he was not local. Because the blocks are attached with a lot of video stores I have visited, and how many people do not understand selling disc plate. This person is different. To go when he was stood an English dish. I heard Jibei attracted, just as there listening. Even put a few very fond of the capital. Later, he pulls one, I'll stand there, listening, and some not want to go the.
In the Knock-off DVDs, he said, allowing the auditioning you, do not it does not matter. This is not the same as with others. Lyrics in Guangzhou can not decide whether to buy first. The only one in Yangshuo, a shop, too, that I spent a morning there, the election on a ten-disc back. He told me that he is from Guilin, and their head office in Yangshuo. That night I was there more than two hours listening to music, with which he is a failed one of the chatting, until it took a few quick 12-point dish and slowly walked back to where I lived, a small Inn.
When back to Guangzhou from Lijiang spent one night in Dali. That night when the Dali ancient city at 9 o'clock, and a man carrying a big luggage, and walked洋人街, and have a good while to find a pub and Inn stay there. Then went to look for food. In that house I was the only one snack bar guests are eating it, I heard the wind outside the Hu Hu, Yue Guayue large door, and blew something else Hua Lala straight ring. It also is not suddenly a dark, originally did not make the electricity. Owner candles may soon was extinguished. Closed the door does not line, candle in the wind like the shaking of the boat floating on the sea. I quickly to finish out the outside people feel exceptionally cold winds. I taut coat to go to the Inn.
One out, I was impressed by sight.
As the power outage, a dark city has kept that dark night, but the sky, on a very bright children, as well as stars, days it is still a black, is the kind of Ukrainian black lacquer paint, black sky, white month, distinct contrast, that stars and the moon, as posted by where brought into the dark sky, so I felt unreal feeling. Unlike in Guangzhou when the night sky, never had such a pure black, not so pure on the Ming. Also camping in the mountains, he saw big, bright sky full of stars, but not so dark marble of the Night and shining a month. Is the black night sky and out in months, let my heart felt a strong shock.
Every time I go out alone, there is always a stranger asked me: how do you one ah? Sometimes, in eating places, sometimes in the charter of the car, sometimes walking on the street, there are men's whistle for me. The beach at the beach, there is a strange man asked me to sit down and chat for a while. Why am I a person? I also asked myself. Like the quiet? Like freedom? Like a loner? I myself could not answer.
There are lonely, there are concerns. But I know that when I alone, in an unfamiliar land, access to strangers, my heart, with my feet, in walking, in the feel, it to life again. Feeling romantic, feeling serene and harmonious, feel ordinary, but also feel the magic and experience the hardships, but also taste the passion of shock.
In the plateau, in the grass, in the snow-capped mountains, in forests, in the desert, in the sea, when the sunrise and sunset, when the snowflakes, when the rain-soaked, when the sun is high, when the sky gloomy, when the yellow sand over the sky, the face of nature, I often there will be a kind of intoxication or excitement. Maybe not always especially beautiful nature, and sometimes bring along a man-made traces, sometimes disappointing, but I still always full of gratitude for nature. Last year in August, when I went to Inner Mongolia, there is no best season to catch up with local friends say that if somebody else to what will be a season of gorgeous color. I was noncommittal smile, but my heart to say, I did regret it.
I believe that natural is beautiful. 4:00 4:00 Jieyou beauty.
Beauty of nature, the United States was heartbreaking, the United States was fascinated people.
I walk, I feel, I know, my heart, you can also indulge, but also can be moved, but also passionate.
Well, I would like to continue, making my mind to travel.
By: winters
