The Significance of Travel —— Picking up Bohemia in the Late Autumn of 20 17 in memory

? It's an exaggeration to describe this trip as a pilgrimage, but the list of Franz Kafka, Milan Kundera and john winston lennon really made me miss it for many years.

? It must be admitted that I am a little narcissistic, and I want to let myself fly in Prague, which is worshipped by Wen Qing people, to enhance my vanity.

? Looking back on all the previous trips, almost all of them were sudden decisions. The impulse to go out for a walk is really like an angel, and the whole body exudes the charm of the devil.

? Before my trip to Prague, I visited several famous towns, met with a fire in Mozart's former residence in the Grain Hutong in Salzburg, spent the night in the Fossil Lake area, where the film Princess Cece was filmed, met a greedy swan in Hallstatt, the most beautiful lakeside town in the world, gave birth to Princess Sprout in the fairy tale town Krumlov, and visited the spring in karlovy vary with the aftertaste of Pearson's craft beer after the rain?

? Finally, finally, I stood in Prague Square. At 2: 56 noon, the sun broke through the haze. I looked up at the astronomical clock built in 14 10 with the dense crowd. When the first bell struck at 3 o'clock sharp, the "walking apostles" appeared and left the clock in turn. It's so accurate, unbelievable! After the heavy bell stopped, the crowd slowly dispersed, and travelers had joined the street food stalls on the edge of the square. I saw the dark expression of Gothic Tyne Church.

? The history of the Czech Republic is often described as "enslaved" and "not resisting", and the "forbearance" of that year objectively saved Prague from the ravages of war. Hikers see buildings and objects hundreds of years ago, and when they leave through medieval castles, they can't help but marvel. Over the years, artists playing at Charles Bridge have changed wave after wave. Whether passers-by give money or not, they are still there, depicting Prague with free posture, melodious music and the most natural romance. Walking down from one side of Charles Bridge, there is a cafe named after John Lennon not far away. Crossing a small arch bridge is the graffiti wall in memory of Lennon, Rock &; Roll, freedom, democracy, peace, Yoko Ono Lennon's anarchism, the so-called graffiti, is obviously a gathering of artists. I sculpted in front of the "giant eyes" and thought about Lennon's death. How wild a fanatical fan is, he took an idol. Love to the extreme is destructive possession. Does this proposition exist?

? Maybe it's autumn. In Prague, it is rainy for a while, sunny for a while, and the golden city of thousands of towers shines. When it rains, the whole city looks gloomy and sad in vltava river's meditation. I really don't understand architecture. When you go to Europe, you will always be admired by popular science Gothic, Baroque and Rococo, and you will always vaguely remember it in the tour guide's explanation. For history, literature and art, what matters more is the books you have read. Feeling is a very personal thing, there is no good or bad, only the difference in dimensions. Feeling the beauty different from the East and experiencing life under different cultural backgrounds is probably the meaning of my walking in a foreign country.

? I didn't stay in the golden alley for long, because I really couldn't get rid of my sadness for no reason, especially in another corner of the alley-in front of the bronze statue of Kafka in my youth-Kafka stood there naked, shining somewhere-and the tour guide jokingly told everyone that Kafka was a serious masturbator, so I went to touch it because of his father's rudeness, depression of life and inner depression. Although Kafka is not my favorite writer, his unique personal style and exploration of reality and existence in his writing, especially rereading Camus's A Stranger (another translated name is an outsider, but the use of "foreign land" is more about the hero's loneliness), make me especially respect his influence on modern literature.

? Some people say that Prague is Kafka, and Kafka is Prague. That's not true! Prague was never Kafka's. He was born in Prague, Jewish, wrote German and lived on the border. His nationality has been badly evaluated by Czechs. Kafka belongs to Prague, which makes sense. There are as many as 38 places where Prague can recall Kafka, and there are also special tourist routes that follow Kafka's footsteps. This young literary man, who silently threw the ground before his death and became famous all over the world after his death, never married (more than three lovers can be verified) and was killed by tuberculosis at the age of 465,438+0. He was also lucky to escape the war, which was better than the tragic death of his sister in the Nazi concentration camp.

? On the eve of leaving Prague, I specially went to the crowded restaurant in the alley next to the old town square, ordered the famous roast pork elbow and Pearson beer, and under the flickering candlelight, the glasses collided gently, looking at the girls around me, guessing that if it was a lover's situation, the beautiful girl would say "It's a pity that my brother can't come" first. In full view, the two women laughed, ate meat and drank beer. It was already 10 in the evening. When we left the next morning, it began to rain again. We put our luggage on the station wagon, and the wheels fluctuated on the medieval stone road. The leaves are yellow, red and green, the flowers on the windowsill, the red tiles in the house, the green roof of the church, cafes one after another, bars that haven't opened yet, runners like antelopes, the back of bicycles, and foggy vltava river. Autumn colors are full, stacked layer by layer.

? Everyone travels for different reasons, and it doesn't have to be special. Chen Qizhen sang: "? Is it the meaning of traveling that you leave me? " Gao's opening remarks in Komatsu are: "? Passport, 49 pages, but each destination deserves a thousand praises. The trip is around Wan Li, but the time difference is at most one day. It's been thousands of years. Do you still want to talk about the present? " I want to say: travel is freedom. Enjoy it!

? In this life, it would be a pity if there were no desperate love and no trip.

? I can never get enough heat, so I burn. Burn to ashes because of the cold. -Franz Kafka