A beautiful person, traveling alone, does not need to dress up for anyone.

"Traveling alone, changing direction and getting out of your world have made me grow up. The wind blew into the window, and my mood was melancholy and my hair was messy. I don't need to dress up for anyone. " This is a lyric from Lin Xiaopei's Sunshine. Traveling alone, are you ready to enjoy loneliness? Is loneliness "let me grow"? In fact, this statement is a bit far-fetched, because once I embark on a journey, strange land and strangers begin to contact me, scenery and opportunities are just fate. Someone showed me the way in a strange street; Someone told me where to get off; A boy who just flashed into the camera gave me a quick smile and gave me a thumbs-up sign. When he looked up, he had already left, but his vague smile remained in my lens. In Halong Bay, Vietnam, there is a small shop facing the sea. I only went for coffee once. A few days later, before I was ready to leave, the young shopkeeper saw me across the street and ran out to wave goodbye to me. When you live in a youth hostel, you will always meet young travelers from all over the world. They carry bags, wear washed T-shirts and jeans and eat special bread bought in the supermarket. Usually, when wringing the freshly washed trousers in the public toilet, we just catch a glimpse in the mirror that the person behind us is also wringing a coat, so we laugh at each other knowingly. Or a few people gather enough clothes and throw them into the coin-operated dryer to save a few dollars to buy themselves a good cup of coffee. We can talk it over, but never ask each other about their origins. Some of these friends from different countries didn't even exchange names with each other, even if they met briefly, they made me feel the purest and beautiful friendship. They not only shared most of my loneliness when traveling alone, but also chatted frequently, and the information they could harvest was always richer than what was written in the book. Jin Quanzai, a young Korean who travels alone, speaks English fluently and doesn't look like an Asian. His travel route is almost exactly the same as mine, but the order is reversed. We met in Zurich, and we only had two days to communicate, so we had a good chat. We had a meal together, left each other contact information, then said goodbye, and each embarked on a journey in the opposite direction. The last page of the notebook, as well as his little Tai Chi flag and email address. He said that he would study in China soon, and invited me to visit him at the school in Beijing after half a year. Gustava and Courtin, two brothers from Brazil, happened to sleep on a bunk bed next to the Youth Hotel in Verona. I talked with two young Brazilians in simple English, and later tried to teach them Chinese for fun. They taught me Portuguese. They are very excited and curious about the mouth of the oriental face, and they keep asking me to "perform" for them, and then imitate them with a smile. As soon as they heard that I was going to Turin, they were very excited to tell me how much they liked that city. There, they always meet people who are willing to help them. Their kindness and humor left a deep impression on them. I fully understand such gratitude, because meeting a stranger who is willing to lend a helping hand, even if it is only a simple instruction, is the most unforgettable memory of travelers. If you travel in a city that is always indifferent, that kind of depression will always stay in your memory with the city, and no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is hard to make up for it. Rachel and Berry, two sisters from Belgium, are over 20 years old/kloc-0. The two sisters took the train hand in hand, traveled by themselves like young people and stayed in a youth hostel. This is the first time they have traveled alone. Although the family members are inevitably worried, they said that they plan to stay in Cologne for a week and plan their next trip after returning. I met countless friends on the trip, but I will always remember their faces. I am very grateful to them for sharing their stories with me. Because of these people, my journey has become more exciting and smooth. I never feel lonely even when I walk alone on the road. So I am glad to prove that the world is wider than I imagined, the stories are richer than I imagined, and there are more kind and lovely people than I imagined. I secretly said to myself, don't forget all the experiences in the journey and be ready to go on the road again at any time.