Embrace the ideal, go on the road alone

When did you want to go out and travel close to nature?

When did he have no time, no preparation, and delayed this desire?

In fact, you can be a carefree backpacker, let us carry a backpack, embrace the ideal, and go on the road alone. --Inscription

To become a backpacker, you must be determined, not afraid of hardships, and have the courage to challenge hardships. Most of the backpackers are lonely and capable, vicissitudes and simplicity, and occasionally appear in the city of Bengbu, which is more awkward and incompatible with the environment. They belong to the blue sky, the mountains, the wilderness, they just pass by the city. When the word "tourism" was burned by the wheels of industrialization, when the beautiful flowers were trampled by groups of tourists, their mouths with ironic smiles, avoiding the roads, avoiding scenic spots, wading in the mountains where tourists are scarce. , wind meal and sleep. Their courage is to write two suicide notes, their spirit is not arrogant, they love nature far beyond their lives!

Compared with them, how small my courage is. Although I am not a person who is afraid of death, I am absolutely afraid to dedicate my life to nature. I suspect that I have traveled less and I don’t think my parents work. Accompany yourself, but where do I understand that the real tourist theme is "to embrace the ideal, to go on the road alone"!

In the evening, I had a dream. I carried my backpack, took my sleeping bag and daily necessities, took a map of the paper, and started on the road. Looking at nature, there are charming colors everywhere, the first silk breeze blows, my smile is because of the last touch of new green; the first sunshine is sprinkled, my smile is because of the joy of the fish jump; the first golden shop Open, my smile is because of the infinite joy of the harvest of the grain; the first snow falls, my smile is because of the winter fairy tale wrapped in silver... I have gained countless smiles and countless times during my trip. I cook with my own fish and live in my own hut. This process is an experience and a harvest. Suddenly the dream woke up, and the illusion disappeared. I don’t know when it rained in the sky. Is it sad for me?

The backpacker seems too far away to me, but I really believe that my future life path can be like the backpacker's brothers and sisters - embrace the ideal, go on the road alone!

Third day: pigs fighting for their dreams