While traveling, I discovered another self

From the crowded platforms to the long dark passages, the roaring trains pass through the underground space of the city, leaning here and there while playing with their mobile phones. All the passengers looked blank, as if the whole world had nothing to do with them.

The scenery outside the car window gradually brightened, the outline of another platform gradually became clear, and the billboards with light boxes also floated past the eyes. Mostly real estate, home appliances, etc. However, there was an advertisement that suddenly stood out in front of my eyes inadvertently - the process of traveling is not only about discovering beautiful scenery, but also about discovering another self. I watched silently as this billboard flashed brightly, and then was gradually crushed behind me by the train, becoming a silent chewing.

This is early summer, June. I saw it on the subway in another city in the far north. Through the car window, it passed me casually and passed by more passengers. Perhaps, it is just such a "chicken soup saying", but I can still recall the scene at that time more than three months later in the autumn, and my heart trembled slightly at that time.

There is a saying: People, regardless of soul or body, must have someone on the road.

Yes, the journey of our souls may be in turning the pages of books, being immersed in the music, and practicing the joy and nourishment time and time again. The journey of our bodies may be It is on the way to appreciate the beautiful scenery again and again, and on this way, we may encounter a brand new self.

I remember my first trip to the south of the Yangtze River, the season when the orioles were flying and the grass was growing, and the patter of spring rain nourished my young feelings all the way. Putting down my backpack, I joined a makeshift team. They were all older than me, and the team leader naturally had a bit of a "laojianghu" style. Therefore, the training class became a flash for us at the opening ceremony, and more often, we were on the road.

In the paradise-like scenery of Suzhou and Hangzhou, in the mist and rain of the small bridges in the south of the Yangtze River, in the soft words of Wu Nong rocking out from the awning boats. Next to the Second Spring in Huishan, I was once moved to tears by the live performance of "The Moon Reflected in the Second Spring" and couldn't help sobbing. Was it because of the sigh of fate on the string, the displacement outside the string, or because of a A master of art? It was a shock in the young soul, the confusion of walking out of the Taihang Mountains to see the world, and the deep feeling of unknown people and things.

A few years later, when I was in Beijing, it was still a guise for training. I walked through the streets and alleys of the capital, feeling the majesty at the foot of Yanshan Mountain and the grandeur of the imperial capital. On the way to the Grand View Garden, I walked with a friend from Xinjiang whom I had never met before, and we visited together. I even generously took some photos of him. Back in the small town, I sent it by registered mail according to the address he left me. The strange friend wrote back very touched, saying that he never believed that I would actually send the photos... I thought, that one of myself He is a selfless and magnanimous person at heart, without so many precautions or grudges, and will trust others innocently and sincerely.

Now, can I still find that myself? Would I raise my daughter to be so candid, so ignorant of the world? The dangerous society has given me more and more fear and insecurity. All I can say is that during that period of time, I could only be as beautiful as I had been 20 years ago.

Later, my daughter’s little figure accompanied me on my journey. We are walking on the mountain roads of Huanglong, and we are tired, suffering from altitude sickness, and weaklings being "taken care of" by our 10-year-old daughter; while we are traveling through the mountains and rivers of Guilin, we are stupid and heartless. Concerned "Fat Sister", in a small fishing village near Beihai, we carried fish baskets and used small drills to dig for small fish. Listening to the sound of waves, we avoided typhoons and rain. Under the damp eaves of the fishermen, the old rotten wood made our feet hurt. With grains of sand and a poor family, I had an insight into the lives of people on the seaside, and my yearning for the life of a fisherman was driven away by the cruel reality.

From now on, I don’t want to travel to Vietnam or Myanmar, because my other self told me with my eyes that the so-called poetry and distance, poetry is always beautiful, but the distance is not satisfactory.

We listened to the waves on Gulangyu Island, climbed up Sunlight Rock and looked at the sea. The sea fog blocked my sight, but the song "The Waves of Gulangyu Island" still lingered in my heart. Under the eucalyptus trees at Xiamen University, I silently recited "To the Oak" to my daughter. We ran wildly in Lover's Valley and listened to the echo in the long tunnel. The "foodie" who can eat three servings of bamboo shoot jelly on Zhongshan Road is not too much, the "literary youth" holding a romantic book on the beautiful campus, the woman who grew up with her daughter and embraced youth together.

Also, we are on the black soil of the Northeast, beside the Hun River, Shenshui Bay, in the pine forest like the forest sea, riding the Ferris wheel, shouting on the cable car, and everything is within reach. Tired pine cones.

That me is carefree, gathering honey in the sea of ??flowers, dancing in the dense forest, that yearning for freedom, that unbridled galloping makes me unfamiliar with the rigid and dull self who stays in the office together in China and Japan.

Also, while my friends and sisters and I were "chasing dramas" in Suzhou, Beijing, Tianjin, and Xi'an, we did not change our 30-year persistence. , not afraid of the passage of time, that self is the emotion of eighteen years old again, the "fan girl" who stands in front of the stage and shouts the name of her idol loudly, and refuses to leave.

...Yes, during those journeys, I was either full of passion, full of romance, or full of childlike innocence, or dancing, or high-spirited, or even a little bit. He was neurotic, but in retrospect, he was full of energy and extremely cute. That is another self, which has been hidden deep in my heart for a long time, and shows its true nature on the journey. That self is young, beautiful, and does not care about worldly things, just like a wandering cloud and a wild crane.

Among the dense crowds of people, we have to learn a lot of compromises and learn to live with masks. We have no choice but to do things that we don’t want. We have forgotten To find another self, perhaps, during the journey, we can let go of the grievances in the dust and meet another sunny self, who is magnanimous, straightforward, free and lively.

After watching that advertisement, I began to slowly think about it and think back to myself on the journeys. Those selves allow me to relax and refuel on the way forward, and sail with full sail. Those selves allow me to not forget my original intention, not change Chicheng, and be myself persistently and firmly. Those selves make me understand that the most important thing in people is Happiness is not about having everything, but being able to arrange your life calmly.

Yang Jiang said that reading is to meet a better self. So, don’t forget to read after we travel. The saying that traveling thousands of miles and reading thousands of books encourages us to be a better version of ourselves.

After traveling thousands of miles and reading thousands of books, you will find that we already have poetry and distance in our hearts.