Thoughts on flying to the west at night

It took a long time to start this thing. Lazy cancer is cancer. This is ... In fact, I have read the book "Flying westward at night" twice. The first time is very short, ignoring the most emotional part. I started my second trip a few weeks ago, and I didn't know how stupid I was until I first saw it. How can I swallow such a book?

Among all types of people, what I really admire most is the kind of person who is free and easy, has his own ideas and never gives up. As it happens, burrell Markhan fits all my imagination.

At the beginning of the volume, Markhan said: The story begins here, and there is no other place.

From the disappearance of Woody, to the last nonsense of blackwater fever patients, to the hidden but unrestrained figures on the African land, Markhan described the people and things about Africa from the beginning, tearing off a corner of the fig leaf about this mysterious continent.

"Mysterious Africa, wild Africa. This is purgatory and a photographer's paradise. It is the hunter's Varhala, the hermit's utopia. It is the wish in your heart and can stand all interpretations. It is the last relic of the dead world and the cradle of shining life. But for many people, including me, it is just a' home'. It has all kinds of personalities-except boredom. "

People like Markhan were born in this land.

What is particularly interesting is that most of Burrell's small animals are condescending and scoff at everything.

Like a dog named Jerry, or a Elkington lion.

Much like burrell's inner sketch.

Then Jerry left, the lion was tamed again, and the famine came. Burrell came to another strange place and started a new journey.

In fact, what I especially envy is his father. Rational and open-minded, which is the opposite of China's traditional father image, is more prominent.

"If you have to leave a place where you once lived, loved and buried all the past, no matter how you leave, don't leave slowly, leave as decisively as possible, never look back, and never believe that the past time will be better, because they are dead."

Burrell went to Moro to train horses to make a living. Like a calm pond, once you throw a stone, ripples will spread.

Just like Tom Black in burrell's life.

Then fly!

She said.

So I started flying.

Flying in the dark requires a person's good endurance and courage.

Burrell said: I have walked too many roads alone, and I have long been used to loneliness.

A person can get used to loneliness. In my opinion, he has infinite courage.

From elephant hunting to crossing the Atlantic, she always gives flying something new to realize her self-worth.

This is also a question worthy of discussion for each of us. How to live a wonderful life so that you won't regret it all your life.

Although the whole article is only a silhouette of burrell's life, it also summarizes the general direction of life, and it is also worth learning, and then take a good life path.