For me, the meaning of travel is threefold.
First, travel has the fun of adventure.
Whether it’s a European chivalric novel or a Chinese martial arts novel, the main characters are dashing and unrestrained because they are footless birds, always on the road. Ordinary people can’t be chivalrous, but they can occasionally take time out to travel as a brief adventure.
From the moment you start planning your trip, it’s challenging as if you’re beating a copy. You have to check the reputation of the hotels, the features of the sights, and even the flavor of the local breakfast. It’s like a happy gamble – betting that what you want is what you get, that you’ll be able to take advantage of this gap time and truly experience another life.
Then you finally go out on a trip, and the kids in the mountains get to meet the ocean, the girls in the snowfields get to witness the desert, the Han Chinese friends get to wear ethnic dress, the white-collar urbanites get to experience farming for the first time, and the old folks in the country get their first glimpse of neon. …… Such a fresh feeling makes the heart shake with excitement. Instead of saying that travel breaks your comfort zone, it’s more like stimulating your long-numbed nerves – you discover that the world may not be what you originally thought it was. The landscapes, customs, and climates of foreign lands and foreign countries pull you out of your mental and psychological bonds and shackles and embrace you with all your senses: the many things, what you see in your eyes, hear in your ears, and taste in your mouth, are all additions to one’s perceptions and extensions of boundaries, such are the possibilities that come with the unknown far away.
It all seems to start when you get off the plane high speed train or whatever, and you come to a completely new land, hoping to discover something new and beautiful. You will encounter women in kimono in Kabukicho, Japan, taste the fried silkworm pupae in the mountains of Yunnan, enjoy the Tengwang Pavilion in the textbook “the sunset and lone rustling flying together, the autumn water together with the long sky”, will be in Taiwan to a long-awaited tour of the idol drama set… The first time you saw a backhoe when you were five years old, you felt like you hadn’t regained the same affectionate leap of faith that opened up a new world in a long time.
Every day of the trip is so exhausting and fulfilling that you truly live the colorful life of an adventurer or a chivalrous man: praying at a temple in the morning, watching a puppet show at the theater at noon, walking along the beach in the evening to watch the fireworks, a Stops and excursions leave you overwhelmed and overwhelmed with a sense of accomplishment. After returning to the hotel at night, you open Facebook to share photos and record your mood with memos, then fall asleep and look forward to the next day’s journey. It’s a peak experience of relaxation, richness, and joy never seen before in the 9 to 5 years, a feast of flow.
Second, the trip will give you unique memories and rewards. strong>.
I have a disillusionment reaction after every trip, when I get out of the trip and get back into the regular, calm, chaotic routine, I get a sense of loss and confusion, wondering if the trip I just took was just a dream or a dream. I wonder if the trip that just ended was just a dream or an illusion – “Have I really been there?” When I return from a trip, it seems to be the end of the song, the end of the show, the final whistle, the end of the feast.
But then I realized that there comes a time, usually on a clear afternoon with nothing else to do, when you and your family or friends look back at the photos from your trip and recall the warmth of the trip, and suddenly realize that those The seemingly casual encounters seem to have also shaped the current self – a broader vision, a more inclusive pattern, a more distant mind, a more vast knowledge, all from the gift of the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas you have traveled over the years. Those eaves, skies and birds in foreign lands, those distant lakes, food and music, in fact, have long permeated your soul; they may seem to have gone far away, but they also seem to have never left.
This is when you realize that what you pass by is the scenery, but the experience stays, and what you march through is time, but the mood of the moment lives forever. A really good trip will keep feeding the future with the passing, and it will never end in a lifetime,
Third, travel and games, anime, moviesone, < strong>isan escape that means breathing freely, a dream-making machine that dissolves the oppressive present.
As our days are increasingly driven by performance points, benefits and kpi, divided by quarters, year-end and Mondays. When our lives are increasingly filled with drums to warn of the dangers of falling behind, filled with alarms to remind of flash deficits. When we are always comparing our emotions and progress with each other and with the countless peers of the land, fearing to be marginalized by the community and abandoned by our peers. The air of the self is always suffocated by the joyful news of the others, and the surplus of the individual is monopolized by the measure of the environment. The desire for a straight path is likely to keep us in passive leapfrogging and catching up for the rest of our lives, rather than rolling and roaming on our own.
We are imprisoned by tracks in loops, by fishing nets in ponds, we are subjected to too many harsh precepts, but never nourished with a philosophy of impunity – the world Since childhood, we have been taught to excel and excel, to raise our eyebrows, to be farsighted and to stand tall, but we have never been taught that growth is the best success and that death is the only line of death. The world has never taught us how to transcend and get out, to live and travel openly and freely.
Travel is one of those smart ways to escape from our busy schedules, to create a clever balance under the hustle and bustle, a spiritual time house we use to separate ourselves from the mundane. There are always days and times in a person’s life when he or she enters a dreamy, vast, carefree, uncrushed, foreign land that is not covered by the gravitational pull of reality. It is a buoy for us to ask for help before we drown, and when we can’t, we can pull it to have a responsible and less decisive farewell to our daily life. The newest and most important thing that we can do is to find a new way to meet each other – I think that only in the sky and clouds and pavilions that we have never seen and longed for, we can also find another way to live.