About travel

劉金時(shí)

"The four wilds are the study， and nature is the book." During the winter season， this brutal weather makes me feel grave and depressed， low pressure sky more covered with a layer of ash pale colour， almost the shadows of morning and evening， in the flickering light outside the window， I look back the past journey， restore the echo of the past， is such a day， I sat down， and want to knock in the keyboard with his fingers point in the past the passion of the journey. In this bustling crowd， in this busy city， in this noisy but eager to return to the quiet world， travel， is undoubtedly the most beautiful and happy thing.

Go to Dali， the "capital of romantic encounters"， and have an encounter with the street vendors selling flowers and the old people buying fruit with carrying poles. All kinds of people live and grow old here. The flagstone road here is very narrow， but because of this， there is no roar of cars， only clear footsteps. It seems that there is no blue day in Dali， so every corner here is suitable for "wandering". Go to Puzhehei and have a look at the so-called "Wonderland on Earth." In autumn， when the sunset is golden， the mountains are engulfed by the setting sun， and the clouds and fog in the distance are dim， just like an ink painting. The pool residual load， boating down the river， feeling the colorful autumn. Go to haiyuan， have a look at the village like ink painting， ancient maple forest， village houses gathered， red leaves of the forest interspersed between the white walls of the green tile， fully showing a painting of ink and green charm. Especially in the early morning， the smoke curling in the wind， the ancient B&B， at the foot of the stone road， is really every moment is a beautiful painting.

Solitude during travel is a time for us to recharge our batteries.

Sitting on the roadside of the cafe alone， watching people passing by， reading magazines in the bookstore all afternoon alone， going to the small canteen late at night to ease the intense work mood， and taking a trip without delay with just enough luggage. Not cold and aloof， there are always some moments， quiet enough to see the most true self. Life is like a journey， stop and go， short is the journey， long is life. What matters is not the destination， but the scenery along the way and the mood at the view. So， go as far as you can go. While you stare at your computer， cod in Alaska are leaping out of the water. When you are worried and daze， the golden monkey of Meili Snow Mountain just climbs to the top of the tree; When you crowded the subway， Xizang's cloud eagle straight into the clouds; While you're doing nothing， backpackers in Nepal have gathered their glasses around the fire. In this world， there are some shoes can not walk the road， there are some spray perfume can not smell the air， there are some in the office building will never meet the people.

I yearn for the personal life described by Yamadaixu： "shopping alone， eating alone， traveling alone， doing a lot of things alone. A person's day is lonely， but more often because of loneliness and feel happy. The ultimate happiness， existence and loneliness of the deep sea. I've come to terms with myself in this day-to-day life." The point of travel is to enjoy freedom， unfettered freedom. A person on a person， let the freedom of thought gallop， heartily fly. How many dusty past like silent ships and countless treasures spring up in my eager eyes. In my dream， a florist said to me empty-handed， "One must be happy before he can see the roses." Indeed， my happiness comes from the journey; Traveling alone， however， is a ritual of self-shaping. Freedom is a lifelong proposition for me， and traveling alone is a testing ground for 100 percent free will. How much does one enjoy freedom， and how much can one afford it？ I need to constantly examine freedom and bondage， loneliness and companionship， independence from dependence， and where is my boundary and balance point. Being an immerser is the best way to explore a destination on a journey after a journey， and going alone is the only way to become an immerser. Just like the immersive drama of breaking up companions， requiring everyone to enter alone， cutting off communication with the familiar in order to open the most acute sense of touch and immerse the unfamiliar， perhaps in a sense， travel is a kind of immersion. In this period of familiarity， everything you experience is an unexpected encounter with the whole destination， all branded with a distinctive personal style of exclusive memory. For example， I walked around Erhai Lake， with a layer of Che Guevara adventure filter， from now on， Dali to me， in nothing romantic. On these trips， the differences， the resonances， the good and the bad are magnified. The more I walk， the more I find that I tend to be tolerant and peaceful.

When we can't find the answer， we take a look at the world. Life is not to travel， but to feel the scenery along the road. Don't because of the busy life， and forget the original scenery. Love is boundless， life has its own measure. Half of the interesting life comes from mountains， lakes and seas.

Body and soul are always on the way.

（遼寧師范大學(xué)歷史文化旅游學(xué)院）