Fall in love with travel

I am a person who likes to travel.

When I was a teenager, on a sunny summer day, I put on clean clothes, rode on the only bicycle in the house, and said to my grandma: "I am going to travel." Grandma smiled and escorted me out of the house  to say: "Don't get lost."

Ride aimlessly along the country road. I am emotionally humming the ballad, and my heart is full of pride, all the way north, all the way to the end of the field until there is no road ahead.

In front of me is a high earth mountain, and the slopes are full of trees, weeds, and colorful flowers. I walked leisurely on the hillside, and suddenly I stumbled and looked at a stone. I thought it is a gem that God gave me. I picked it up carefully and observed it, and found that it was no different from an ordinary stone. I threw the stone into the distance in disappointment. Where the stone fell, a hare suddenly started and fled in panic.  It is also good to catch a hare and take it home. I chased in the direction where the hare was escaping and ran a long way in vain, but the hare eventually disappeared from my sight.

I was tired, so I lay on the hillside and watched the blue sky and white clouds, watching the butterflies flying, listening to the wind blowing over the treetops, listening to the birds and insects. It felt so good. Is this what people call travel?

When I grew up, I have been to many places, and I have been to various famous scenic spots, and I have been on a shopping spree in the bustling foreign land. I was exhausted with large bags. I participated in a lot, but I couldn't find the joy of traveling. After thinking hard, I finally realized that what I want to travel to is: a person, a backpack, a casual dress, and a good mood, walking through the rainy alleys in the south of the Yangtze River, through the Mongolian grasslands, and thousands of mountains.

If you fall in love with traveling, you must read some books first. The landscapes are similar. The most fascinating thing is the humanities, customs, and habits behind the scenery and the stories in the history that have moved us. If it's just the Sahara Desert with yellow sand, I would never want to go, because I have read Sahara in Sanmao pen, know the crying camel, and know the story of the big boy Jose. The Sanmao complex has turned the desolate and barren Sahara Desert into a place that I dream of.  

I fell in love with travel, and I fell in love with the phrase "read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles." Let the soul and body keep walking on the road of pursuit and exploration.