Take a book with you when traveling
The ancients said: "Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles." I think it makes sense. When you drag your suitcase and get on the train, pick up a book, read it carefully, and take a sip of fragrant tea as you drive to your destination. The cool wind outside the window blows, and the fragrance of tea and books blend perfectly. in the air. Is this all wonderful? I think it is much more interesting than sitting in the car for hours waiting to arrive at your destination.
In the summer vacation of 2010, I accidentally found "Next Stop Kanagawa", one of the two travel notes written by Guo Jingming and others, in a bookstore. Although the language is not as beautiful as that of famous writers, the simple and slightly fresh writing style, coupled with the beautiful illustrations, looks very artistic and beautiful.
When you take this travel book with you, fly to Japan and successfully arrive at your destination, you will feel that the air is fresher than in China, the sky is bluer, and the so-called "grey" in China So different; marshmallow-like clouds floating in the sky. Walking around the streets, the ground is cleaner than in China. Even if it rains, it will not be very dirty. "On the contrary, the air has been washed away with the smell of soil renovation," exuding a fresh fragrance. The palm-sized, layer-by-layer leaves are green and shiny under the baptism of rain.
As the capital of Japan, it goes without saying that Tokyo is prosperous, with vehicles coming and going on the streets. But the phenomenon of running a red light without waiting is rare and rare, but Chinese people often do such things. After all, Japan is a developed country. Look at their long-standing culture. Whether it is as big as going to a shrine to worship, or as small as visiting relatives at home, there are still many etiquettes. Naturally, they are also very disciplined.
In this travelogue, nothing is more "favored" by the authors than the sea in Kanagawa. There is almost no cloud in the blue sky. Stand on the beach and enjoy the sound of the ocean rushing to the shore. The bright and warm sunshine envelopes you and the entire sea. The golden feet under your feet The sand also emits a dazzling light. The sea breeze mixed with the faintest fragrance blows in your face, "leaving you with a spicy and salty taste when it recedes." Take out your camera and capture the beautiful moments of this sea view. It is also interesting to look over it occasionally and recall the beautiful feeling it gives you.
The "rumbling" sound of the plane taking off. Although the trip is over, the beauty that the trip brings to you will never disappear. It remains in your heart, just to see if you can reflect on it.
Bring a book to travel
On the bookshelf, the hard-covered book "How Steel Was Tempered" lay quietly there, with the familiar Paul on the cover. His face raised a warm smile to me. He is my best friend in the journey of life. He has accompanied me through 14 spring and autumn years.
When I am frustrated, I always like to hold it, sit alone in a quiet park, slide my fingers across the cold cover, open it casually, immerse myself in the book, and comprehend it carefully. Seeing Paul's strength and perseverance, Paul seemed to be sitting next to me in a trance, talking to me cordially: "It's okay, little comrade, life is a long journey. In this struggle without gunpowder, we All we can do is face everything with strength..." Listening to Paul's heartfelt words, looking at the shining red star on the brim of his hat, thinking and listening, all the unhappiness, anxiety, and troubles came together. The gust of wind brought by the book has gone.
When I am successful, I always like to hold it. Standing on a high place alone, looking up, you can see the sky full of stars; looking down, you can see the vast earth. Every time at this time, there will always be a "hui". Standing at the top of the mountain, the pride and ambition of "seeing all the small mountains at a glance" weighed heavily on my shoulders, and a heavy palm gently placed on my shoulder. I looked back - it was Paul. His big rough hands touched my cheek, and his lips moved, as if he had a lot to say but didn't know where to start. His deep eyes flashed with anticipation and joy, "Well done! Young man! This is great." This is the unique temperament of you teenagers. Work hard and fight towards the end of the journey!" His hoarse voice contained excitement, "But don't be proud! There is still a long way to go!" He smiled and nodded heavily.
Usually, I always like to hold it, alone, anywhere, lying or sitting. As soon as I open the book, the familiar Paul will jump out of the paper, Falling next to me and talking to me slowly, Paul's narrative is not as ups and downs as a novel, not as elegant and gorgeous as prose, not as poetic as poetry, but just a little more vicissitudes and a little more philosophical. , a little less exaggerated and worldly. Sometimes I was infected by Paul's unfortunate fate, sometimes inspired by Paul's tenacious will, and sometimes cheered by Paul's passionate calls... When the climax came, I always followed Paul closely. Hug and feel his fiery heart, a burning heart!
Paul is like a lighthouse, lighting up the way forward for me who is confused. Paul is like a good teacher, pointing out the maze of life for me who is ignorant. Paul is like a handful. The key opened the door to new life for me who was in embarrassment...
Walking on the journey of life, holding a volume of "How Steel Was Tempered", smelling the warm fragrance of ink, my footsteps walked Be more calm and determined!
Take a book with you to travel
Life is like a journey, you never know where the next stop will be, but if you can’t change the direction of the train, you might as well put it down Your own heavy burden, change your mood, look at the scenery outside the window, read a few beautiful poems, and then take a sip of fragrant green tea. The cool breeze blows through your ears, mixed with the faint fragrance of tea and flowers, and turns over The book with the scent of ink is still left in my hand. Although the journey is boring, I can find a touch of warmth and fun in the book. While bumping with the train along the way, I laughed out loud at some interesting words in the book. You will find that life is like this. You don’t care about where you end up, but what you have to pay attention to is the beauty bit by bit along the way...
I slowly stepped onto a train, and the creaking of the iron under my feet made me inexplicable. There is a sense of the vicissitudes of time. I listened to the train's deep breathing, shaking its heavy body and slowly moving forward. I held on to a railing and cautiously moved forward step by step. Go, for fear of accidentally throwing me out. I looked down at the ticket and walked forward. Most of the people around me were sleeping. I carefully walked softer. The journey along the way must have made them very tired, but I didn’t know how long it would be. Only then can they reach their destination...
In a daze, I have found my seat, which is pretty good, a window seat. Sitting next to me is a little girl. Like everyone else, she is sleeping deeply, but there is an adult's helplessness and fatigue on her young face. I stood on tiptoes, carefully squeezed in from beside her, and stuffed the suitcase under the seat. I sat there blankly for a while, then suddenly I seemed to remember something, and took out a book from the backpack next to me. Book. On the cover, a little man painted with watercolors grinned at me with a big mouth. I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth slightly in response to it. The name of this book is "Thirteen Pirates" without any extra modifications. Just these three words are enough to immerse me in it, from elementary school to junior high school, from babbling. To the flowing clouds and flowing water, this book witnesses every bit of my life. I took a deep breath and slowly opened the book. The yellowed paper was already in pieces. I carefully pieced it together bit by bit and read it word by word. I was afraid of missing any plot, as if I was also there. On the small island with only four people in the book, I ran around the mountains full of rivers, chased on the criss-crossing tracks, and made a fuss in the king's castle. I was crazy enough, so I lay down on the road. On the uphill slope of Ska, I looked at the sky and felt the kindness of nature to me...
On the bumpy train, I laughed heartily and enjoyed the beauty in fairy tales. The fatigue and worries were swept away, and all that was left was the warm afternoon and the book in my hands.
With a clang, the train arrived at the station. Before I knew it, the time was almost up. I closed the book and dragged my suitcase out. I let go and strode forward, even though I didn’t know where this station was leading to. Where, but the book in my hand was enough. I grinned and smiled at the little man smeared with ink on the book. The sun shone in, a heart, a book, this is how life is...