Travel prose

The front is St. Joseph’s Catholic Church in Huangpu District, Shanghai. I thought she would send me a piece of the sea. On the back is her beautiful font, and her playful tone as she greets me. The following are travel essays I compiled for you. You are welcome to read them. Travel Essay 1

Dragging the suitcase alone and wearing canvas shoes, I don’t have to repeat professional copying actions for the time being, I don’t have to see all the Zhejiang B license plates in the traffic, and I’m leaving this place where I’m tired of living

What I have to do is slow down and slow down myself.

Fang, go to a strange city and listen to the different rhythms of life. Walk! Life requires travel at the drop of a hat.

The airport is a place where people are very conflicted and confused. Every time you are here, you don't know whether it means departure or arrival, and sometimes it is just a transit. Because everyone knows where their next stop is, they have a unique sense of mission. "Every time you leave the ground and the familiar sky, you will feel that life is light." I don't know where I saw this sentence. Sitting on an airplane, I feel like a bird soaring in the sky. The ground flew up, gently, touching the alternating day and night, flying across the border is an endless night

My destination was dimly lit, and the whole city fell into a deep sleep. , so quiet that you can hear breathing and the heartbeat of the city.

The next day I took a bus to see a statue. The windows outside are full of scenery worthy of nostalgia. Behind the glass windows are the rapidly retreating trees and uneven buildings, as well as my troubles of retreating. It's like I'm on a time machine, watching the city's changes and splendor over the past three years, comparing it to its afterimage in my memory.

That statue is the Merlion. It has not changed at all and is still majestic and majestic. The lion's eyes were not foggy, but full of hope. It looks at the sky garden on the other side, just like looking at the silhouette of the future, projecting every bit of the beautiful vision of the city. Water spurted out from his mouth and flowed into the sea, as if spitting on the humiliation this city had suffered in its history.

As the sun sets in the west, you know that time has passed. The islands and water under the burning clouds are shining with golden light, and the buildings on the seaside are also inlaid with a golden edge. I walked aimlessly on the bustling streets, reminiscing about the scenery I missed by taking the bus. I am like a foreigner who has just walked into Xiushui Street and saw countless LV bags selling for only 100 yuan. After that surprise, there is a familiar feeling of strangeness, whether it is the official language that lingers in my ears, or the local customs that permeate the streets. The intoxicating fragrance may have overflowed from a certain restaurant at dusk, but you never knew its name.

Today, I record my existence in the center of the city.

The end of a trip is like the end of a dream. The mottled light spots of reality gradually fade away again. I will say goodbye to this small town and the tears left on the Pacific.

Give yourself a trip! Let the story happen on the road and keep yourself in the best time. Essay about travel 2

It’s like a dream, so unreal, I feel that everything after returning home is real.

Sometimes I ask myself what is the meaning of traveling. For a while, I can’t give myself a clear answer. But when I travel next time, I see new scenery, new flowers and trees, and I feel relieved. Perhaps, the meaning of traveling is to meet new people and new things in new places, so that your heart, which has become narrow in the original place, can broaden and hold more beauty.

Isn’t it? When we encounter new scenery, we often stop to appreciate it. It is something we have never seen before. When we stay in one place for too long, our sensitive hearts become unfamiliar with everything familiar around us. We are getting duller and duller, and we gradually forget the sound of the wind and the ticking of the rain. When we wake up every morning, we no longer feel happy about the chirping of birds and insects around us, but feel bored. But traveling is different. When we go to a place In a new place, when you wake up in the morning and open the window, what you face is not the familiar building, but the blue sea or lush trees. At this time, whatever your mood is, you must feel that you have not seen it for a long time. With joy, your dull heart gradually softens. You walk on the beach, blowing the cool sea breeze, feeling the wet soles of your feet. The cool sea breeze passes through your hair, carrying your thoughts far and wide. At this moment, do you miss the familiar scenery? When you return home and see everything familiar and throw away the strangeness of travel, you will feel that everything is so beautiful.

The meaning of travel is not only to meet new scenery, but also to meet new people. I often think that if we can’t meet others during travel, only ourselves, walking in a foreign land, we will still have desire Do you have the desire to travel to this place? How boring and lonely it is to have only yourself. Even if there are beautiful scenery around you, you will not be able to appreciate it. The only feeling is loneliness. It is precisely because there are so many strangers. This makes our journey no longer lonely and gives our hearts the beauty of rebirth.

Maybe it’s time to go out for a walk. Essay about travel 3

Another trip, no, in my dream, it is the first trip.

The people around me are so familiar - my best friend, my most cordial deskmate, the person I miss the most... There are many gaps between the scene in the dream and reality. It is a mysterious place. The place was full of black, purple, and dark blue. I couldn't help but feel a little scared, "Where is this?" I asked myself, looking around, people coming and going, but I didn't find the person I was looking for. Suddenly, A familiar back figure appeared in my sight. It was him. I couldn't help but smile. My heart was pounding, as if I had knocked over the five-flavor bottle. I suppressed my emotions and walked toward him step by step. His direction moved slowly and quickly. When I walked up to him, he seemed to be looking for something. He suddenly turned around and saw me. We smiled at each other. The next second, he pretended not to care, but walked side by side with me all the way. Walk, keep walking, without any ties, a simple "journey"...

When I wake up from the dream, the heart palpitations in the dream, the heartache in reality, everything is like a journey The dream, everything, was just a plot that I created, directed and acted. It was so cruel, but it lost its ending, could not continue, lost its courage, could no longer believe in myself, and wandered and struggled in an endless black hole.

The secret is beside me. I want to say it, but I don’t have the courage. But just because I lost this courage, he also lost confidence in me. The secret is deep in my heart, I feel so tired and bored, but once I tell this secret, it will only make me lose friendship, lose myself, and lose my future. I try hard to suppress my feelings, afraid of hurting myself, and even more afraid of hurting him. , but the more I struggled, the more I cried. In the end, I didn’t even have the strength to cry, and I struggled to smile.

I began to learn to deal with it and deceive myself. When time allowed me to slowly suppress my feelings, I also slowly learned to use them. I used my feelings to deceive myself. It was just a game. That's all, I am just redundant. Facing his philandering, I gradually lost confidence and gradually learned to be ruthless. Until finally, I learned to bear my own secrets alone and digest them alone. This may be the price to pay for being cowardly and possessing secrets. Let me Let one bear the secret crime alone.

——I am used to wandering in the crowd looking for someone, and I am used to pretending to be calm after finding his figure. I like to be close to him intentionally or unintentionally, and I like to walk behind him to suppress my own waves. The feelings... Essay about travel 4

The streets, passing through the flashy city, connect our footsteps, extending to the end step by step. But where is the end of the road? The wind suddenly picked up, disturbing the dust that should have been scattered on the ground. It flew away quietly towards the silence in the distance. However, we are all travelers and cannot experience the mysterious distance as immersively as dust. The stories belonging to the streets are slowly buried as time goes by. The shadow of memory seems to be like the departing wind, flying into the distance and then settling in dust.

We like to travel, so we went to many cities. In every city, there are some stories left behind, waiting for people who happen to pass by to slowly speculate. Leave a city to go to another place, and the people left behind will continue to taste the loneliness or happiness about you. A brand new train ticket to take you to the next city. Along the way, you can take in the scenery. Some of those graceful scenery are fleeting and quickly removed from memory; some are eternal and can still be recalled with a smile long after.

We record every moment with our heart. Long, long time later, these can be recalled with life. Every wonderful freeze-frame enriches our lives. In the next city, you are an uninvited guest. Stepping into a city abruptly, the unfamiliar and lonely mood is a common attitude during travel. But in the near future, you will gradually become familiar with the city's atmosphere, and the city will become familiar with your atmosphere.

You meet some people here again, revel with some people, and grieve with some people. Everything that happens in this city has something to do with you, but it doesn't matter either. Traveling is a day full of dreams. You enter a city with a blank and then leave with a lot of memories. Maybe when you travel often, you adapt to loneliness and learn to be alone. When there are crowds of people, you won't feel like an outsider and you can blend in naturally; when there is no one around, you can smile and you are your own world.

The loneliness during the journey can become very intimate because of the romance of the traveler. Every journey through the mountains and rivers is a kind of understanding. Walking in the prosperous world of mortals, singing and smiling with the years, meeting time in a strange way, chatting and laughing with fate. A person's trip, a person's paradise.

When looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, the uneasy mood stabilizes. The true meaning of calm clouds and gentle winds is what I feel after experiencing strong winds and waves. Traveling is a beautiful experience. Everything you encounter while traveling is so sudden. Perhaps in the dead of night, the moonlight and leaves can detect your forbearance. Other sleeping creatures are clamoring in their dreams and loneliness, shouting loudly.

There is always a memory that blurs the heaven; there is always a breeze that envelops the sea of ??flowers. We are always walking, and our hearts are always looking towards the distance. In fact, we all know that this is travel. Maybe one encounter will last forever, maybe one reluctance will last forever. We will eventually grow up and get used to it.

Put away the loneliness of green and fragrant grass, look for the end of the world, and get closer to the sun.