A person can travel at once.

Travel is not a way for idealists to escape, but a road that one's own soul can embark on to be truly redeemed.

As Sanmao said: The real happiness of traveling lies not in the destination, but in the process. Meeting different people, encountering strange things, overcoming various difficulties, and listening to different languages ??are all great joys for me. Although it is said that a grain of sand is a world, and a flower is a paradise; what's more, the world is more than just a grain of sand and a flower. The world is an accumulation of more or less wonderful phenomena. I watched and listened, and my experience became richer.

It lasted 41 days and passed through 11 provinces such as Shandong, Jiangsu, Anhui, Jiangxi, Hunan, Guizhou, Yunnan, Sichuan, Gansu, Shaanxi and Henan, with a total distance of 9565 kilometers. One person can leave at once. travel.

On December 27, 2012, I suddenly had the urge to go backpacking in Yunnan. On December 29, 2012, I decided without hesitation to embark on a trip this winter vacation. Maybe I am still like that, just do what I think. Youth is a song. I like to seize the gaps in time to interpret legends with life, and to end long-cherished wishes with struggle. In the weeks leading up to the exam, whenever I think about traveling, I always feel a little excited and have some indescribable pleasure. My love for traveling is just like my infinite love for life.

After passing the difficult exam, and after the trip, I see that many of the previous things are no longer so profound, no longer cause me to hesitate, no longer make me obsessed. I'm very happy and it was expected that my family agreed with my decision. I've been like this since I was a child. I don't like to be obedient and don't like to worry. My life is like a maverick dog. Maybe that's why I am who I am now. .

On January 13, 2013, I embarked on the trip with all the equipment I had prepared. As always, the sky at home was still gray, and my parents were still repeating the heavy work. Let’s go, it’s really time to go, resolutely. The first stop was Linyi Cangshan-Zaozhuang West Station. I wanted to record every detail of my life, so I asked someone to take a photo at Zaozhuang West Station.

At Zaozhuang West Railway Station on January 13, 2013

The train from Zaozhuang West to Kunming is about to leave. The total journey is 42 hours and 58 minutes, 2978 kilometers, and the hard seat costs 302 yuan. Perhaps this was the first time in ten years that I took a train for such a long time. A lot of things happened and I met a lot of people along the way. In the train, I listened to the passengers from all over the country, from astronomy to geography, from autumn and winter to spring and summer, crossing the four seasons, traveling across the country. Tiredness may not be so important anymore. Although I had a seat, I still stood 20 times because of my mistake. hours, but that doesn't matter, I like making mistakes, because in this way I can continue to improve. Thank you, Zhou Na, who always talked non-stop along the way. It seems that you are a freshman at Hefei University of Science and Technology. Your consciousness is really high, like a junior, and you fought with the train conductor with me. Thank you to the guy from Qujing, Yunnan who took the seat. Thank you to the big brother who went to work who had no intention of occupying my seat. Thank you to the simple uncles at the interface of the carriage...

We are almost at the station, there are fewer people, and Classmate Zhou Na decided to take a seat and sleep.

After galloping all the way, the train finally arrived at the terminal, Kunming. It was around 7:00 in the morning, it was just dawn, and all the fatigue had disappeared. Carrying a bag and traveling through this familiar yet unfamiliar city, a city that feels like spring all year round, I just want to tell you loudly, Yunnan, I’m here! I have had a dream to travel around the world since I was a child, and I finally took the first step. The first real journey in my life began. I believe I can go further and fly higher in the future.

January 15-18, 2013, Kunming. The first time in an international youth hostel, the first time to go this far, too many firsts, too many impulses. During the four-day trip to Kunming, we basically visited Yunnan University, Yunnan University for Nationalities, Kunming University of Science and Technology, Yunnan Ethnic Village, Yunnan Wildlife Park, Cuihu Lake, Haigeng Park... Kunming was basically visited, as my friend from the youth hostel said, Kunming is not suitable for fun, but it depends on your purpose of going out. If you go there, you will not regret it. I met Xi Zhiwei for a semester at Bigfoot International Youth Hostel. There were 8 people in the room, mostly foreigners. Most of them stayed for one day and then went to other places.

Kunming Mark

January 19-22, 2013, Dali.

After getting off the train, I started looking for the Dali Youxinlou Inn introduced by classmate Xi Zhiwei. The inn is located at Caicun Wharf under the ancient city of Dali, next to the Erhai Lake. The owner of the inn, Shuoshuo, is 91 years old. He is so cool. During this period, I used Shuoshuo's bicycle to go to Xizhou. The Posu Ciba here is famous for 2 yuan each.

Dali is a beautiful place. Here, the first thing you learn is to slow down, slow down again, and be in a daze quietly. The ancient town, Cangshan Mountain, Erhai Lake, fields, tourists, get up early at 6 a.m., wait for the sunrise over the Erhai Lake, walk on the quaint streets to enjoy the leisurely scenery of the Bai people, and listen to the locals' you and me. Flowing water, falling flowers, antique beauty, delicious food, individual tourists, breathe freely. Dali, a place you don’t want to leave once you’re here...

I met Senior Sister Mao Mingyue at Youxinlou Inn. Hey, we talked a lot the night before you left. She was going home to see her just now. My nephew who was born is here. I wonder if you can find the romantic encounter you want in Lijiang, haha. . . There was also classmate Ding Wei who treated me to a meal of bait before leaving. Brother Baozi who came down from Shangri-La just to watch the sunrise over Erhai Lake, the man from Northeast China who took wedding photos, the elder brother who painted, and the couple Ma Ming who came out to spend their honey year. Kouzi, it’s so romantic. When I get married, I will definitely take my wife to Dali.

Dali is the most beautiful stop on my trip, quiet, clear and simple. Squeezing the 1.5 yuan bus with uncles and aunts doing farm work, meeting smiling faces of strangers riding bikes and traveling, watching the sunrise, taking secret photos of other people's brides... a dreamlike myth, a fairyland-like Dali.

Dreamlike Dali

January 23rd to 25th, 2013, grandma’s house. These days were originally not in the itinerary, but my cousin got married and adjusted the schedule. I also took this opportunity to experience the wedding customs in Dali, Yunnan. I experienced it when I came out. I left Yunnan when I was 5 years old. I came here during the holidays during elementary school and junior high school. I visited my grandma’s house two or three times. I arrived at my grandma’s house on the evening of the 22nd. Everything was so familiar and yet so strange. It may have been ten years. A lot has changed, but a lot has not changed. Fortunately, talking to grandma, I found the accent and habits I had from many years ago. The familiar aroma of rice brings back memories of the past. The tiles, ravines, mountain roads, and green fields always remind me of the past many years ago.

In my memory, during the Chinese New Year, I asked for money to buy firecrackers and played with my two brothers and sister in the bamboo forest at the door. Once, my father carried me everywhere on his back. Once, my grandpa took me Put it in a donkey basket and walk the long mountain road to the flat land on the Lancang River. Once, I slept under the hard seat of the train and was stepped on by others. Once, I went to the market with my grandma carrying a bamboo basket. Once, everything was simple. . Now, I try hard to find the traces left by that time.

On the 24th, Brother Yaosheng got married. I experienced the ethnic customs here throughout the whole process. It is simple and honest. The nostalgia is so pure and the feeling is so close. It is not extravagant, simple and sweet. I met many fellow villagers at the wedding banquet, but I still left a sea of ????me in their memories, as if I had never left for a moment, but had just grown up.

It’s still the same sea in my memory

January 26-27, 2013, Double Corridor. We returned to the ancient city of Dali from my grandma's house and continued our journey. We returned to Youxinlou Inn. It was time for Ma Ming and his wife, who had come to celebrate the new year, to go home for the New Year. After spending the night, they slightly adjusted their itinerary and planned to go to Shuanglang. Go to Shangri-La first and then Lijiang. The wind in Xiaguan, the flowers in Shangguan, the snow in Cangshan Mountain, and the moon in Erhai Lake. Wind, flowers, snow and moon, flowers in the mirror, moon in the water. If you are also in Shuanglang...

If you are also in Shuanglang

January 28-29, 2013, Shangri-La. It is about 300 kilometers from Dali to Shangri-La, and the bus ride is from 4:30 pm on the 27th to about 8:00 am on the 28th. It is a mountain road all the way. The bus can only go up and down the mountain at a speed of about 40, and the road is very dangerous. , the car is very shaky, with mountains on one side and cliffs on the other. When making sharp turns, my heart will always rise to my throat. When we got off the bus, the temperature was obviously much lower than in Dali. The average altitude of Shangri-La is about 3,000, and it can freeze at night. I met Zhang Wei, a sophomore girl, in the car, and we traveled together. I found an inn to stay in in the ancient city of Dukezong in Shangri-La and discussed the next itinerary. The first stop was Gaden Songzanlin Monastery. I was almost bitten by a dog on the construction site at the entrance of the scenic spot when I was anxious to evade the fare. Thank you. A local man pointed out a way for us, and we succeeded in evading the fare.

On the second day, I decided to go to Pudacuo National Park, and I was lucky enough to get on the bus. Pudacuo National Park is a charming place, the pearl of the plateau, Bita Sea, with the highest altitude of about 4,500 meters. The most primitive is the most beautiful. , everything seems like no one has set foot in it, even the little squirrel is not afraid of people, it will run into your bag to look for food. In the afternoon we took the bus, she went to Lijiang, and I went to Tiger Leaping Gorge.

Shangri-La, Paradise on Earth

January 30-31, 2013, Tiger Leaping Gorge. Hiking at Tiger Leaping Gorge is a famous hiking route in the world. It is high, dangerous, beautiful, and tiring~! So tiring! If you don’t believe me, try it... It’s a very dangerous mountain road. Most of the foreigners on this road are British, Dutch, Russian...especially Koreans. On the way, I met a senior Shen Jian, a graduate student Yu Qiusheng, and some people working in South Korea. Northeastern buddy Han Tianfang, thank you all for accompanying me all the way. After staying at half way for a day, we continued our itinerary at dawn. The four of us arrived at Tina's Youth Hostel after a nearly two-hour journey. After chatting for a while, we continued on. When we arrived at the river, it was not as turbulent as expected. The Tiger Leaping Stone was huge. Looking up from the river was another kind of scenery. After playing on the river for about an hour, we started to go up. The uphill was much more difficult than the downhill. When we arrived The most challenging vertical ladder. At this time, other teams had already started to come down. We didn’t dare to go down the ladder, but there were actually girls coming down from the ladder. We were impressed. The feeling on the ladder was the most thrilling and exciting during my trip to Tiger Leaping Gorge. I held the ladder tightly with both hands, not daring to relax at all. When I went up, I was paralyzed with fear, but the sense of accomplishment that came from it was even greater. It's beyond words. I can’t help but sigh, it’s so good to be alive! It’s time to go back and embark on the journey to Lijiang.

Thrilling Tiger Leaping Gorge

February 1-3, 2013, Lijiang. On the first day, I met a Korean friend who was out for fun at the Lao Ban Zhang Youth Hostel. He spoke Chinese very well. He even gave me a gift when I left in the afternoon. On the 2nd, I went to Lashihai with a group. What a cheating group. ! I was cheated on my first tour! I arrived at Shuhe Ancient Town in the afternoon. As soon as I entered the K2 Youth Hostel, I met a buddy from Lijiang, so we ate bacon ribs together. We met more than a dozen people, both familiar and unknown. It was because of this that I met the hiking guy from Hunan, and two other people. A Shanghai teacher who destroys all three concepts! Gong Ruyi and Gu Xin, old Gong, a pretty girl and a physical education teacher, +1, you know the good boy. Thank you for every encounter, thank you for every journey, meet different people, come into contact with different things, and live a strong life. On the 3rd, I rode to Baisha Ancient Town with my resigned software guy, hiking guy, and two second-rate teachers. We rode all the way to the foot of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. In the end, we were followed by a dog for nearly 10 kilometers. In fact, the dog was the one we met on the road. Yes, it seems he can't find his home and is with us. I won't tell you that when we had dinner together in the evening, I ate 4 bowls of rice. . . But the rice in Yunnan is indeed much more delicious than the rice in the north.

Lijiang, the beginning of a beautiful story

February 4-6, 2013, Lugu Lake. Lugu Lake in the world, love returns to the land of daughters, Lugu Lake, a beautiful legend and a magical journey. From Lige to Lige, we cycled around the lake. Some people say that people who love to travel are masochists, looking for a way out of trouble. This is especially true for people like us who travel on a budget. I have always wanted to travel. When I have time, I don’t have the money. When I have the money, I don’t have the time. We have both time and money, but we are old and can’t travel anymore. Money and time are both excuses. If you don’t have much money, you can go on a self-guided tour with your friends, and choose places where you don’t have to pay for an outing. When you are short of time, you can choose a place closer to you, bring your spouse and parents, and spend a pleasant weekend. While you can still move around, it’s better to take action than to move your heart.

At Lugu Lake Moshang Huakai Youth Hostel, I met Han Tianfang, a Northeastern buddy who was hiking in Tiger Leaping Gorge. The next day, a group of nine people went around the lake. Two teachers from Shanghai chose to charter a car to go around the lake. We met on the wedding bridge, good girls! On the 6th, when I was driving back to Lijiang, a girl working in real estate next to me was so frightened that she cried because of the steep road. I was so embarrassed because the mountain road had eighteen bends! I feel so sad to say goodbye to Lao Gong. Teacher Gu, do you have a +1!

We are both happy

From February 7th to 12th, 2013, at my grandma’s house. Aunt, grandma, old lady, aunt, my sister Zhang Wei... too many faces, too many thoughts, in this life, we are all walking on the way home. No matter how big the world is, I always have to go home, but I am still wandering, for that persistence, for that perseverance.

Youth is a song with bright scars. We never give up because of our dreams, and we cherish each other because of sincerity. Use your heart to understand every bit of life, and use your memory to continue writing intermittent notes. Seize the dream, seize the youth.

Recall the constant family affection, give with sincerity, and cherish every minute and every second spent. I went to Qijia for dinner a few days before the Chinese New Year and received a lot of New Year's money. I felt like everything was as it was before. Forever memories, everlasting friendship.

There are always some unforgettable memories that are indelible

February 13-15, 2013, Tengchong. Volcanoes, hot springs, wetlands, Heshun Ancient Town, the legendary international metropolis, and the first border city are not as attractive as imagined. What’s more, Google Maps does not provide bus navigation services in this area. Just after the New Year, the room rates have also increased a lot. Although the temperature here is suitable for camping, the tragedy is that there are no tents. . . I met four people in Atami Park, three college students and one office worker. Unfortunately, I became a bag carrier. Coincidentally, a girl named Zhao Jie was from the town next to my grandma’s house. . . . . .

The legendary international metropolis, Tengchong

February 16-17, 2013, Ruili. Ruili feels much better than Tengchong. It has a spacious road and is separated from Myanmar by a river. In a room full of water, life and death are boundless. From the river in Ruili to the river in Wanding, the friendship between China and Myanmar is like a child crossing the border river barefoot.

The kapok in the South is still stubbornly clinging to its branches for a long time, unwilling to leave. The flowing river follows the passing years, and the air is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus, just for a kind of persistence, just for a sound. Commit to a four-hour hike just for this waterfall. Mori Tropical Rainforest, Zaduo Waterfall. . Ruili’s last stop.

China-Myanmar Border, Ruili

February 18-19, 2013, Kunming. I met my cousin who works in Kunming, visited the flower market, Dianchi Wetland Park, where my cousin works, and the flower auction process. Dounan Flower Market is the largest flower base in China. All kinds of flowers are very cheap. . On the 19th, it’s time to leave. It’s really time to leave. Do we really have to leave this beautiful place in Yunnan? I don’t know when we will see each other again. Night gradually falls. A strange city, a familiar attachment, gone through too many storms, and experienced too many partings. The familiar platform, the indifferent sorrow, maybe regret, maybe just floating smoke. No more hesitation, no more decisiveness, step by step, the distance is calling. Thank you Charming Colorful Cloud South for all the memories you left me. It’s hard to meet, and it’s hard to see him again.

Never See You Again

February 21, 2013, Xi’an. The thick loess exudes the flavor of culture, and every brick and tile in the ancient capital of Xi'an. I didn’t want to take the old road from Jinan to Kunming, so I chose to go from Kunming to Xi’an, spend a day in Xi’an, and then transfer to Xuzhou to go home.

The Huaqing Pool, the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, and the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang all reveal indelible historical heritage.

There was too much sadness left by the Huaqing Pool that year

Just like that, it ended like this, ended the memories that should not have been there, and ended the blank space in the dream .

Too many feelings, too many memories, too many words that have never been spoken. 41 days, joy, dreams, and sweat intertwined. I am used to looking at those unfamiliar faces, used to enduring gossip, forever So Er, always so persistent. Everything in the past seems to be nothing now, my mind is no longer so narrow-minded, my thoughts are no longer so stubborn, I have learned to live, I have learned to survive, sometimes it is just a lonely boat, but I want to use all the load to embellish the waves. sea. Love life and travel. Always young, always on the road.

You only see my impracticality

But you don’t see the shocking miracle in the distance

You have your annual salary of one million< /p>

I have my beautiful side

You laugh at me for having nothing and being unable to see the future

I pity you for always being helpless

You can Look down on my powerlessness

I will use my bicycle to prove my excellence

Traveling on a budget is destined to be a bumpy journey

Sarcasm and ridicule are inevitable on the road

But, so what

Even if I am hungry and cold

I have to go to the distance of my dreams

I am a backpacker

I speak for myself

When you can't make a decision, let time help you decide. If you still can't decide, wait until you decide. Would rather make mistakes than have any regrets.

If you are tired, tired, go on a long journey. Leaving is to come back, traveling is to think about how to get back on the normal track of life.

If you don’t walk down some roads, you won’t know how beautiful the scenery is.

Some roads can only be walked alone. Only you know the hardships on the road.

Life is like a journey. The journey is confusing, but we must keep moving forward. Even if you are tired, you must have a heart to move forward!

March 5, 2013