Please exile me to the most beautiful time

Chapter 1 Preface
"When I was 23 years old, the thing I wanted to do the most was to go out and see the world. The world is so big, I don't want to stay at home all my life and watch the sky from a well. I want to travel, walk around China, and then go further out , one day, travel to every continent and every continent on the earth.”

This is the first blog post I wrote in the blog, and all stories start from here.

I wrote this passage late at night in June 2011. At that time, when I typed these words on the keyboard, I had no confidence in my heart.Just imagine, a little girl who has never traveled far, only has a blank passport, and has no travel experience, dares to make such bold statements and wants to travel to every continent. This is simply a dream.

However, against all expectations, in the short 3 years since this blog post was published, I have traveled alone to over 40 countries.If there is anything else that is just a dream, then the experience of these three years is the most powerful refutation.

From wandering around in the country to stepping out of the country, from a few countries to more than a dozen countries, more than [-] countries, more than [-] countries, traveling, for me, has become more and more subtle. easier.Just like a game, there are many levels, but no one thought that the most difficult level is actually the first level.

Everyone's travel is unique. The 23-year-old's travel is to enter a strange country with a blank sheet of paper, trying to integrate into the local life, just like a ball of paper thrown into a pool of deep water, sinking without resistance, being slowly absorbed by the water. Submerged, then continued to sink, and merged with the water, leaving some messy traces after the fleeting light.Of course, I didn't stop, I just pulled out at the last moment and moved on.

There is no doubt that when one thing has been done for two or three years in a row, a person must no longer be a novice.This journey has been longer than I thought, so long that I am reluctant to explore its significance.Those familiar or unfamiliar smells, streets, faces, stories, and languages ​​that can be understood or not understood are all difficult to sum up in one word.

If I must search for some kind of "meaning", it probably means that I have already touched this world with my own hands.

In many cases, people's daily needs are not only carefully cooked fish, but also need to harvest whole grains by hand.And touch the outside world with your own hands, see it with your own eyes, hear it with your own ears, walk it yourself, and perceive the most primitive, fresh, rough, and unprocessed information, even if it is immature and ridiculous, it has great significance for your own world. Heavily influential.It's like reading a book about pears. Even if you read it thoroughly, you have never tasted a pear yourself, and you still don't know what a pear tastes like.

In this way, I went to taste the pear myself.

(End of this chapter)