Boundless, way, Southern north, Yao Zhi Tianya. The dream since I was a child was nothing more than going out of the cage to have a look; Now it seems that growing up is just a journey to the world outside the cage. The tide rises and falls, and the fallen leaves return to their roots, we just went out for a long time, and one day we will struggle to come back when we are tired of playing. We all came out too far, too long, to forget why we set out. I am used to self-mockery like this. I am not qualified to gossip in the vast world. Besides, I should draw an end to the week’s journey. I hope so. A few days ago, my cousin asked me what it meant to be alive. I was speechless at that time that she hadn’t graduated from primary school. What was more ironic was to give her my reading notes for winter vacation. After writing so much, you still didn’t answer. Indeed, the answer is just a paragraph, very vague: the meaning of life lies in the process of practice or understanding oneself and the world, and the ultimate meaning is to create a kind of spiritual wealth life itself is an activity of subjective participation, the scenery is real, and the mood is state. The scenery along the way lies in the real feeling and discovery. The significance of the journey lies in the individual’s definition and inquiry of success. Then my mother told her a story about a rabbit who just committed suicide and found the courage to live again. When reading yesterday, I suddenly realized that my previous understanding was ridiculous. I am not sure whether I will slap myself in the face in the future, not because I am naive but because I am self-righteous and superficial. Travel is a kind of activity that broadens the horizon and breaks the narrow range at the same time. It is not easy to determine the meaning. The radio said that people work 8 hours a day, sleep 8 hours a day, and the remaining 8 hours are on the road. I can’t persuade my little sister with something I don’t quite understand. According to her experience in watching idol dramas, the road to death is very hard, and I commit myself to mud as the final destination of my life. The road is just the opportunity for myself to try beneficial thinking in this aspect. It is not sky blue, but mountain height; It is not mountain height, but clear water; It is not clear water, but human beauty; It is not human beauty, but soul is the distance and distance of dream; It is the steps of growth and firmness. There is no scenery on the road, unless you are willing to move your eyes out of the window; There is no road at the end, unless you are willing to enjoy the scenery. We feel the wind blowing a common thing with sincerity. We look for different feelings with our eager eyes. Maybe we have succeeded, maybe we often make mistakes for growing up and walking, we moment not loose. In late July, S and I set out, wandering for 7 days from our hometown along the northwest and southeast to the near sea, traveling 1700 kilometers, staying in three cities and crossing 17 stations, I visited nearly 30 scenic spots or scenic spots and spent less than four digits. I also want to go further, asking all the places that I started to miss from middle school and the names I talked about for many times. However, we still got on the return bus, and we didn’t even finish the EASTWARD JOURNEY. I acquiesced that we might not finish the journey 1/2 than planned, but it was absolutely unexpected that we didn’t even see Hangzhou Bay. We are not traveling, but traveling. Besides the necessary accommodation and traveling expenses, there are also several maps. We used to be simple and persistent, carrying our bags forward. Companions are tired, lack the most basic life guarantee, have no choice, no regret, only retreat. Later, my godfather asked me why I didn’t go to the Pearl River. I was a little hesitant. Far away, it is a dream that you will have as long as you are young and the impulse to realize it, which has always been. Now I don’t have a house, a car, or a job, and even my basic life is not appropriate. I still want to see other people’s lives and try to go further and better. But when I was born and got up, I was bound to walk. How could I spare my legs? Calluses on the soles of my feet would be the best gift given to me by my youth. I like that kind of solid life. The station waited for a long time and remained silent for a longer time, like the topic of talking about half before going to bed and waking up. Then I saw the dim lights and long tracks, the moving luggage and sleepy people on the bus, and the dawn of the next city and the suburbs of the city. I should be able to predict the dusk and dusk, or completely out of sight. I didn’t tell you my inner sorrow. It seemed that I didn’t feel guilty. I asked you to say goodbye to the distant place. I didn’t turn back and only knew how to cry loudly. I closed my tears and asked me to find an excuse to break up, in short, goodbye, mobile city, farewell song. Poetry comes from the heart, and the environment changes from the heart. Fluency is the expression of mountains, Grace is the emotion of Lishui, vitality is the language of the Earth, emptiness is the dimension of Heaven, vanishing and fixing in the ethereal corner of eyes, you always smile without saying a word in front of us, the mood at this moment is more like a happy bird, looking for a familiar hometown. Windows, figures, trains, trees, rice fields, villages, hills, blue sky, different speeds, focusing and overlapping, coming in succession, even if the eyes are tired, the thoughts will not stop easily. In this way, lying in life, waking up in dreams, memories block memories, and emotions cover common sense. Isn’t this the end of the world where I find him and don’t know each other? When passing through the lotus pond for dozens of miles, I was thinking that the memory of fish was only seven seconds, and every minute of it was full of novel exploration, but it was also happy. Throughout the world, the existence of spirituality is more or less related to water. Water is cold, ice is condensed, and then sublimated or soup is boiled into steam and then free. Which kind of detachment is not a qualitative change of extreme quantity, and which kind of freedom is better than change? A pulse of water moistens a slope of mountain green, and a wave of fish will flow away all the time. Sometimes people need to change the speed to feel the strength and face a piece of still water to feel the silence of water. My heart has already remitted a Walden Lake. The calm lake surface attracts my own shadow from time to time. You can find that my heart is also transparent, and there is a forest moon and a spring next to it, in my mind, the mountain is me, and the water is me. I can’t even realize the difference between each other. The train that came back was so sleepy that the bus that got off the train frequently fell asleep. The aunt next to me must not accept the plain reflection that my head hit on the glass, and I couldn’t endure tomorrow night. I wrote down the outline of the trip just like a running account. I couldn’t even recall the daytime that day. I counted on one or two sporadic supplements in the future. I even valued the ability of repairing more than the idea of breaking the perfect, if I have time for nothing, I should have the possibility of living in a desperate situation. Go back to the original point and look at all these constructions. They are the original beauty of the negation of dialectical Negation. The simple style is really good! What the journey gave me was a clearer understanding of the outside world and the calmness after understanding. It is indeed calm. What’s the big deal? Today we can go from AH to NJ to ZJ, then tomorrow the next day we can meet a future to SX, SH, BJ, QD and GX, why is it difficult? What is left is only time and practice. Now it was the second row of the team two days later. It had been like this since 6:10. I had been sober from a wandering journey and immediately fell into another team. July is coming to an end. I am not sure to what extent the future will happen depends on this moment and many other previous moments. Fate can occasionally vaguely perceive a little shackles, I won’t be the one who can conquer the heaven, nor will I be in the future. Besides admiring all kinds of nature of life, I don’t have the ambition to grow rich and noble, but there are still people who are willing to sleep in the fleeting time, through the Life of reducing burdens one after another. It’s hard, it’s a hot day! Oh, not? I came back alive again accidentally! Except for the reddish brown skin and the lingering wallet, it seemed that everything went back to the pond before the rain and maybe the water mixed for a while, but the clarified reflection was clearer than before. I have never been far away. This trip is the statement of breaking this barrier. At least I have recognized two things during this incident: one is that the lack of common sense is to be unable to succeed; The other is that the lack of money is like a mountain pressing forward. Questioning is also a solution. Simply thinking, realizing the above two points is also a method. In fact, I didn’t feel the feelings of the days before I filled in the empty space. Except for meaningless complaints, there was nothing to say, and everything was all right. Today, I am wandering, and it is bright and far away. I saw Xishan Qin waving his hand, and the east of xieyang Gu Wan smiled frequently. He Dang pointed in front of the West Lake, waiting for the mountain rain to catch up with the old days. The car is a mobile home, and the moment is an eternal freeze. Apart from leaving is a blessing, I carefully turn off the camera and carefully collect the missing light.

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