Figure/Yang Xiaoyun

People still need a little heterogeneity.

This time, different from a person's trip at the end of March, it was an instant escape, but it was also simple and straightforward.

The dormitory quartet started the graduation travel mode ahead of schedule because they were worried that they would not have the opportunity to travel together in the next two months. Booking a plane ticket-booking a room-booking a trip takes only one day and one night. In this way, I decided to go to high. Ask for leave, attend classes, and catch up on papers. Make all kinds of psychological preparations before departure in minutes.

It's a pity that the last four-person trip still didn't succeed and became a threesome. But it happened that although there are only three bodies, they carry four souls.

Adhering to the faith, tell us four 4 18 cuties!

An accompanying poem, Qingdao Qingdao, was written on April 20 12 17.

PS: Don't laugh at Lun's modern poems ~

Qingdao Qingdao

The bodies of three people

The souls of four people

You said facing the sea.

I said that if it is not warm in spring, the flowers will still bloom.

You said to cherish the last time.

I said goodbye easily.

You said we would go together.

I said now, now.

You said it was nice to meet you.

I said it was just fate.

4 18

Four people

be together

Never really separated.

Cherish the last beauty

Zhejiang road. Guangxi road. Anhui road. Nanjing Road. Zhongshan road. Dexian road Macau road. Hong kong middle road.

I like street signs named after provinces and places like this, and there is always a feeling of traveling all over the country. It seems that if you come to Qingdao, you can travel all over the country.

After passing a bus stop, it suddenly dawned on me that all we passed were the life cards of youth. Just like Qingdao, it has been seven years since the last trip. Suddenly I feel that this is the so-called seven-year itch.

About Qingdao seven years ago, I remember the sea, the seafood, the dark crowd, the scores of the senior high school entrance examination, the salty tears and the salty sea water. I think, at that time, I would never have thought that after seven years, I would come to this European-style coastal city.

From the first day of junior high school, we will pass through Zhejiang Road, Anhui Road and Guangxi Road every day. I always feel that this journey is like destiny takes a hand. There are four small bedrooms, one in Hangzhou, one in Guangxi and two in Anhui. Curious. Any plans?

Just like a trip to Qingdao, it is also a dormitory that is inadvertently flooded. They said, we are four enviable little guys. After four years of harmonious coexistence, mutual understanding and mutual respect, we seem to be grateful for all this and used to it. We don't talk about the future, only about the present. Nobody knows what will happen after tomorrow.

Or, just goodbye.

It is said that "a threesome must have my teacher."

So, what must three road idiots have?

Every time Gaud draws a map, an interesting thing always happens.

Lovely, we always walk a big circle around the original road, then go back to the intersection in front of the original place, and then we are surprised to find that we have walked another big circle. Then, enjoy it. Such a special and inflammatory scene is bound to happen everywhere. It's like an endless cycle.

I really want to classify it as a circle where three people can't walk out. It suddenly occurred to me that Benny Andersen's The Same Man.

The three of us really seem to be walking in circles, constantly moving forward in cycles, drawing our own circles.

It is common to meet beautiful women on the road. Maybe I really have a feeling of discovering beauty.

I can always meet many Wang Xing people and cats. Super cute. They always give you enough energy. It seems to tell you the beauty of its little world. The three children who love Wang Xingren always stop to watch when they meet. This is the story of Wang Xingren and Xiao Aike.

From time to time, I will run into a comic stand on the street.

I finally bought two books the night before I left, one is Miser and the other is On Earth. Pretend to be a childhood memory. I can't go back to my childhood, which is different from others'. There is not much beauty in memory, but there is not much unhappiness.

Picture books, novels, it seems that these are all exposed in the university. But fortunately, I didn't lose something in the same language as others, including stories, history and literati.

Not special, just a person's experience. After all, we are all born individuals.

Regarding travel, I can't write any useful strategies for travelers. Besides, I can't write. Don't know why.

What kind of travel, how to take a bus, how to eat delicious food with money in the most economical way, and so on. These are not impossible for me, just because I know in my heart that traveling is not for these reasons.

The advantage of free travel is probably to start at any time, leave when you want, and stop when you want. Like a wandering and baptism of the soul. It seems that everything is not as difficult and horrible as I thought before. Perhaps this is the heterogeneity of life.

For seeing the external scenery and feeling the external people and things in this way, many times, I am willing to relax and relax my inner strength. A leisurely trip can not only see the scenery, but also take photos to awaken the heart. Very good.

Isn't it a good way to let go of yourself in an arrogant but not impetuous way?

After you come back, continue to strive for life in a positive and sunny state. Maybe this is the best attitude.

There are always people who say negatively that traveling is just a way to escape from life, and you still have to face all the cruel reality when you come back. I don't quite agree with this idea Why not think in a different direction? Sometimes it is found that some people are even more tired after traveling. I didn't understand the state and mood of these people at first. Now I understand unconsciously.

On the way to travel, you can't hold a simple heart, regard starting as a task, and you can't enjoy the process from the heart, so you will naturally feel tired.

Walking in the world, the world that can be measured with footsteps is naturally vast and cannot be easily reached. If you are not careful, you will be involved in an endless whirlpool.

Wouldn't it be better to change your mind and attitude and say that every trip is to gather abundant energy?

Fortunately, every time I set out, I can store a little of this energy more or less.

Some preferences have nothing to hide. About everything. So don't ask why.

End—

Quiet tide listens to the sea rhyme, and water ebbs to see the clouds.