Have you ever cried in a strange city?

Many times, I like the frustration of asking others for help because I can't do anything about it, and the admiration and certainty of my next attempt arising from the quick actions of others.

I fully experienced this feeling during my trip.

Someone asked me, don't you children feel lonely and at a loss when you travel? Won't you be homesick?

To tell the truth, these questions are worthy of my passionate personal experience to practice, explore and answer.

For now, the right to speak is the last question:

Parents are much more worried than you are playing outside. You think they have prepared everything for you, and they have prepared everything you didn't expect. Open the suitcase and breathe freely first. Thank you for your initials, Father. Then I began to devote myself to the trip. Let's play with him for a few days. This is my original plan.

I'm prepared for "the plan can't keep up with the change", but when a lot of things flock to you, the only idea is: I can't breathe, my parents help me, ahhh.

We looked around blankly, crowded and pushed, and we were squeezed between sticky bodies, like pieces of melted sandwich cream. I suddenly feel that I can't find myself, and I suddenly feel that I am no longer as noble as I imagined. In this world, we have left our homes and friends' circle and are in this society. We are still useless, staring, poor.

We are armed to the teeth, and the indestructible armor seems to be invisible in an instant, and no one can see it. We are seen thoroughly by mainlanders who don't understand dialects, and there is no room at all. We no longer have the ability to pick up the weapon that we think is indestructible and fight this strange thing with the body that we think is invulnerable.

The reality is that our so-called weapons and equipment, the so-called seamless plan, is just a mobile phone, which is full of all kinds of travel software, where to travel, Baidu map, and we are numbly controlled by an instruction under the screen, unaware and complacent. We thought we were in charge of everything in the intelligent robot. We tried our best to use everything in it, but we slowly lost our function unconsciously.

Cell phone rings like straw, and we yell hysterically at the slow and old voice on the other end of the phone, regardless of how others can see through ourselves completely. When we fell off a steep cliff from an infinitely beautiful place on the top of the mountain, we quickly experienced a strong sense of irony and gap. Through mobile phones, we found that they were more than 4000 kilometers away from us. In a very distant city, not only that, they are in a third-tier city, but I am in an international metropolis. Maybe I won't stay here for long. Maybe my next trip will be to second, third and even fourth tier cities, which will make me feel comforted.

However, now I can't stand it for a moment. I have so many seemingly simple things that others can't do These are completely unexpected. Can't they all be solved by mobile phones? But now, I'm so sad that I don't even want to go to Baidu. Besides, I may not understand Baidu.

The gap between reality and ideal is like a giant, a dwarf, a sharp-eyed and crazy grin, and a grovelling and pretentious beggar.

? The fatal gap between all this is so clear, I can't stand it, I can't afford it, how to end it, I want to go home.

This is my psychological feeling when my companions and I want to go back to the hotel from Chunxi Road in Chengdu. I can't take it anymore. I'm afraid of exposure to the sun. Don't tell me that sunbathing is healthier. I can't afford it. It costs hundreds by taxi. Laozi's money is not used to do this. How to end it? This is a problem. Now I really want to make a dust machine and go home to blow the air conditioner, cover the quilt and eat ice cream.

To put it bluntly, I am an emotionally unstable person, especially when I have everything in time, place and people, I am about to collapse. Maybe I have been at home for too long, and I have always been regarded as the treasure of my parents.

What puzzled me at that time was that I found that the frequency of a person's negative emotions was actually related to the degree of the person's remaining energy.

None of my companions is a so-called high IQ, nor is it a "portable map" that you won't forget once you walk, but one of my sisters is inexplicably full of vitality, wearing a cap, leaving her bare calf neck to be mercilessly roasted. The light in Chengdu is never strong, but I'm new here. Obviously, I had a bad day. Sometimes, it rains all night, but it depends on whether you can hide, not whether you can repair it. Not everyone is a builder, but most people have enough energy to fight against it.

But I didn't. In the afternoon at 34℃ in Chengdu, I stood alone in front of Wangfujing Department Store with tears in my eyes, looking at the fiery shadow and feeling sorry for myself. I don't deserve sympathy. Because I don't have the courage to face the world, I can only watch others expose themselves to the sun and stand in the shadow and feel sorry for myself.

The sisters walked several times and finally brought back an unsatisfactory news. They didn't find the bus route marked on Baidu map. I know I can't curl up in the corner for a long time. There are some things that I don't contribute, not without your credit, but with regrets, loopholes and loopholes that no one will fill. You'll regret it later.

I found the route from the subway station to the hotel. It's a treasure. Reached an agreement with his companions and finally got out of the predicament.

When I arrived at the hotel, everyone mentioned it and began to praise me. I felt very guilty in my heart. I told everyone about the contribution of the sister who was not afraid of the sun, and the atmosphere began to liven up.

I'm relieved because I just escaped from the jaws of death. I know I am fragile, but the fact is more fragile than I thought. I know there's a lot of evil out there, but in fact it's harder than I thought.

/kloc-I am 0/6 years old, lying quietly in Chengdu Hotel at night, feeling my heartbeat with mixed feelings. For my parents, I need it more than I miss it.

In the next few days, there were times when I didn't find a place to live until late at night, and times when I was embarrassed because I didn't know each other well, but there was no collective dispute because of personal problems.

This feeling is really good, no matter when and where, there are always people around.

Whether it's a stranger or a close person. However, some people say that it is always dangerous for a few little girls to go out. Wherever they go, there are always hidden security risks. Fortunately, we didn't meet. It is also possible that we almost met, but I hope we will be better when we come to this city next time.

Travel is always like this, a shuffling process, walking, you will leave those favorite and suitable places behind, settle down, wait for the next encounter, the next different surprise, without the unpredictable surprise of the first encounter, but without good planning. What we are more mature is to give ourselves to the city, integrate ourselves into the city, pretend to be a frequent visitor, come to our favorite restaurant, order our familiar dishes, talk and laugh with people around us, and watch people come and go in the city.

I like the city of Chengdu. The short five days there made me feel that she was a first-tier city with a slow pace of life. The strong smell of hot pot makes my blood boil, but walking in the street where pedestrians are still unabated at night makes me feel more comfortable and calm.

Maybe it's more because I found myself there, I grew up there, I fell there, I cried there, so I miss it, and Chengdu and I have mutual attraction.

The first paragraph is my experience of this trip. I think travel is such a process of facing up to yourself, re-examining yourself, exploring your potential, learning to find a sense of existence in the group, giving play to your role and naturally integrating into a society. Maybe you cried in a strange city like me, but please dry your tears. No one will watch you cry. Everyone will only see the fragility under your crying appearance, and no one will want to know the story behind it.

Only you know clearly, and only you can cure it. In a strange city, for the first time, we may get indifference and helplessness, even tears, but please believe that these will help you become better next time. The second time, you will definitely feel the kindness brought by this world.