When we talk about travel, what are we talking about?

“I knew I would always be on the road”?

I started traveling at a young age. Most of the experiences are no longer remembered, only some fragmentary images remain. When crossing Erlang Mountain, an eagle hovered on the roof of the bus. Outside the window, there are undulating green mountains. As for the winding mountain road, you can see the bottom of the cliff just by sticking your head. It’s also quite strange. At that time, Jackie Chan’s “Myth” was playing on the car TV. From then on, this movie was always tied to travel.

As long as you think of the mountains on the Western Sichuan Plateau, you can think of the cars that keep driving at sunset and this movie.

Once you start such a life, you will be crazy about traveling. I mean a more pure trip, not to a big city, a man-made place, check in a card, and send a message to Moments. Of course, the human traces left in the city are also quite charming, but they are more difficult to detect than nature.

The most attractive part of traveling is discovering a new way of living during travel. Yes, it is survival, not life.

In a sense, survival does not necessarily mean happiness and convenience, and it is taken for granted. For example, in Sichuan and Tibet, the Tibetans on both sides of the scenic grassland road have their faces plateau red from the sun, and eat beef every day. Sheep and sheep are together, and there is still a wild nature in our hearts. At night, the grassland will become extremely cold, let alone taking a bath. The yak yogurt we ate had a beefy smell. The yak meat was cut and eaten directly with a knife. To be honest, the taste was too primitive and incomparable with the carefully cooked food.

But this is how they survive. There is a feeling of struggling for existence.

Leaving aside the crowd, you stand between heaven and earth. Only you and the entire grassland are left. The yaks moo and there is no other sound. Sometimes you can only stand in this situation. Suddenly I can see myself clearly, and sometimes I can't see clearly at all.

The more I talk to nature, the more I know I will always be on the road.

“Some sounds cannot be heard in the city”?

In the Lapuleng Monastery in Gannan, there are a large number of devout Tibetans. Every day the sun just shines on the top of the tower. At that time, they began to worship, go around the mountain, and spin prayer wheels around the entire Lapuleng Temple. They were dressed very simply, just like the mountain. On the other hand, an outsider like me looked glamorous, but when walking with them, I felt barren.

Facing the mountains, facing the Buddha, and facing their faith, they are very full of heart and extremely stubborn. The kneepads on their legs are very worn out, but daily rituals are indispensable. Some pilgrims If a person is very old and you wonder if he can still walk, he will take three steps and kowtow. Some people are very young and follow their parents while walking in the temple ignorantly. On National Highway 318, in more places where Ganzi enters Tibet, the pilgrimage to faith lasts five or ten years. They spend their lives on this one thing, which is a shock to me.

We have always thought that the pursuit of material wealth is a matter of course. In this place, the same is true for the pursuit of faith.

These whispers from the heart cannot be heard in the city.

Compared with the simplicity of Sichuan and Tibet, people living in Dali have a different romantic life. On the edge of Erhai Lake, fishermen who have made a living by fishing for generations opened a restaurant. The family of three has been living in a house at the foot of the mountain. The fried small whitebait is particularly fragrant. They fished it from the Erhai Lake, which is dozens of meters across.

The entire Erhai Lake reveals the tranquility of life. The lake is often shimmering in the sun. Wildflowers grow all year round on both sides of the road. The clouds roll in and relax, and the rolling mountains are the main body. , human settlements are small, and survival here is just a generous gift from nature to mankind.

In the evening, the wind in the valley often cuts off the signal in the room. At this time, you have no choice but to stand in front of the window sill and admire the lights that light up at night. It was quite helpless at first, but later on, I got used to this sense of compromise in front of nature.

“This is probably the worst time I have been hacked while traveling”

There was a hot comment on Zhihu some time ago, “Why do many boys not like girls traveling?”

The speech said: "I am most afraid of hearing a girl introduce herself and say: I usually like music, novels, travel, and food. This is not like you who can dance or paint. You have acquired these aesthetic tastes through persistent training. Things like traveling and disco can only mean that you are good at spending money, nothing more."

Comments like this are probably the worst time that dance and painting have been hacked, and they also reflect the views of some people. There is only one thing that can be seen - output. It seems that only by seeing clear material output can the value of something be proved.

However, not everything must be meaningful. For example, why did the universe explode in the first place, and what is the meaning of human existence? Maybe everything is just a natural law and has nothing to do with value.

Not everything that is meaningful can be seen.

When we talk about travel, what are we talking about?

I believe that when you are on a plateau of 3,500 meters, facing the wind blowing from the snow-capped mountains.

You will hear the answer.