I have to tell the story, what kind of experience is it to travel with people who have princess disease?

The biggest experience is two words, "tired heart". I can't think of any other words to describe my mood! I remember once going out to play, and I was accompanied by a girl, and I was also a girl! Along the way, I checked the route and made a strategy. When I get off to look for the hotel, she always says it's too far away from the hotel. When I arrived at the hotel, she always said she was too tired. The hot water in the hotel is not hot enough, and this is my pot, and I am responsible for her cold. When I met this girl, I can only say that I asked for it.

Travel time is precious, and all the arrangements are relatively tight. At first, she agreed with our discussion. As a result, she had to get up early the next morning, but she couldn't get up and stayed in bed. At eleven o'clock at noon, she finally walked out of the hotel gate. Her schedule was chaotic. She didn't eat after getting up. At the next scenic spot, she refused to eat until two o'clock in the afternoon. When I came to the scenic spot, I took pictures without taking a few steps. I also took pictures of a tree and a flower. I helped to take a lot of pictures, and then we went on.

We stopped to have a rest in a rest area. At this time, she said that the photo I took for her under the tree was not good, so she had to go back and take another one. She kept saying, "Do you know that you are taking pictures at the wrong angle? Didn't shoot me well! " I said, "This shouldn't matter much!" She said, "Look, even if the photography technique is no good, it won't be out of this level!" Then I coaxed and said, it doesn't matter. These photos are just a souvenir. There is no need to say that each one meets the requirements of the exhibits. Then she said, "Of course, if I help you shoot so well, you naturally have nothing to say, but if you help me shoot so ugly, what can I say?"

then I followed her for the next few days without making any decision! Where she went, I went, and what she ate, I ate! Finally, I finally ended my "pleasant journey". When I got home, I spoke with a group of my friends: This trip was really unpleasant, and it wasted my precious holiday. Since then, I like to travel alone. It is better to find a girl for fear that the other party will be too melodramatic and a boy for fear of misunderstanding.