Tourists are happy people and write 700 words.

I wandered on the track of time and set foot on every passing car. The scenery along the way is drifting away, and I hold the missed license plate and wait for the last stop-my hometown.

One day, on the speeding train, there was a traveler. He looked out the window at the mountains and trees dyed bright red by the sunset, and that person was me.

Slowly, the fatigue of the journey finally pulled my eyes down. I closed my eyes as if I heard the melodious sound of bagpipes. This is a small town in Scotland!

The train stopped and I got off with my suitcase. It was late autumn, and a layer of plane leaves fell on the ground. I walked around the town, admiring the red-roofed hut on the roadside, and occasionally passers-by passed by. As a foreign tourist, I see their smiles and I smile back. The fresh wind lifted the bangs on my forehead, and I suddenly saw the mountains in the distance, so I remembered the mountains in my hometown ... Although the surrounding scenery was picturesque, I was the only one enjoying it. I'm walking in a strange place with someone who doesn't belong here. The mountains, water, trees and people there have nothing to do with this person, but the sadness of travelers is becoming more and more clear in my heart. When I looked up at the bright moon in the sky and gradually opened my eyes, I suddenly realized that it was just a dream, but I was standing on the endless grassland! Is this Inner Mongolia grassland? I think so, too. There are no roads and platforms here, only grass, green and beautiful flowers that extend across the sky. Haizi said, "Facing the sea, bloom is warm in spring", but I am facing this endless grassland. Cattle and sheep passed by me, and clear water flowed around my knees, but what appeared in my mind was the long-lost tranquility and calmness. Thus, the blue sky, white clouds, cattle and sheep, grass, local girls, and my love are all revived at this moment. However, I'm just a passer-by, and I won't stay anywhere until I stand at the intersection of the terminal.

I never thought that a train would pass on the grass, but as soon as the whistle sounded, I knew I was still dreaming. As long as I am dreaming, anything is possible. So, I landed in the middle of a lake. I sat on my knees, my back reflected in the quiet lake, but I saw fish swimming around in the water. Water is the hometown of fish. Where is my hometown? Is that a cage made of reinforced concrete? No, absolutely not. I think there will be a better place waiting for me, but now I will continue to look for my dream hometown.

The journey is still going on, and this process is difficult and lonely. I walked away with my luggage. The sunset stretched my figure, but I was still wandering on the road of travel. Waiting for every passing car to take me further.

People who love to travel are happy people!