Riding travel notes

Let's talk about happiness in the world. There is nothing better than going to a distant place and what your bosom friend is doing. But people are always in a hurry, trying to know who they are, what they like, what they will do, forgetting who they loved, and then rushing through their lives, leaving behind their bones, and finally letting ants devour their last lives, and then blowing in the wind. This is the most classic portrayal of the soul that has passed away although living in the world.

I like riding. I like the joy of the scenery coming to my eyes as my feet keep stepping down. I like the sudden breeze after sweating like rain, and then sigh that the breeze blows and the peach blossoms are in full bloom. I spent a lot of time on my bike, saw a lot of scenery and heard a lot of sounds. Have you seen it? The road is in front of you, the light is on your way, and then you will arrive soon. Have you ever heard of it? The cry of a lonely man and the anger of a little mouse. It will eventually become a cry.

Running around, I finally found that your happiness comes from three places. First, you see the scenery slipping away while riding, and then you are roaming forward, keeping company with heaven and earth, and being friends with the sun and the moon. If there is a gust of wind coming at this time, you can shout, be down a peg or two, the wind is fast. The second is that you have reached what you think and read, and you have a deep feeling about the beauty of mountains and rivers, and you have a deep feeling about yourself, and then you are complacent and finally you just laugh. No beautiful photos. Finally, at the moment when you went through hardships, saw the waters of Qian Shan, and then went home, everything vanished.

Riding is not a form, but a kind of self-emotion, which makes you feel your existence and the relationship between heaven and earth.

The real ride is to ride into your heart. It's not far, but Qian Shan is full of water. The road is lonely, but you have your own company. Then you go with the world of mortals, and then you leave and tell yourself a love story.