Thinking on foot broadens your mind.
If you can't see me, I will go to see that mountain.
Wandering on the track of time, stepping on every passing car. The scenery along the way is drifting away, and I hold the missed license plate and wait for the last stop.
A person, a road, a person on the road, the heart moves with the scene, from the starting point to the end point, maybe happy, or sometimes lonely, if the heart is far away, go forward bravely, dream of leading the way, how far and how far, and connect the footprints into a life line.
The best trip in life is to find a long-lost touch in a strange place.
Traveling alone, I experienced season after season, from Xia Chan singing to snowflakes flying. Traveling alone, I drifted from one journey to another, from youth to the vicissitudes of my brow.
The above are only personal opinions and are for reference only.