Post-tourism record

This is the postscript of a trip. I wanted to put it in the space when I came back from my trip, but I felt guilty because I was lazy, and failed to live up to the carefree feeling I felt when I walked in that wonderful time and those beautiful scenery. Yesterday, I was depressed and depressed. I can't leave under unbearable circumstances. I sighed in a low voice, my eyes blurred. I'm lying in bed with my ipod. I suddenly remembered many details of that journey, so warm and moved, and my heart was so soft. So I followed the vague memory and knocked down the following words with my fingers. No matter whether it accurately reproduces the beauty at that time, since I have words, I have not wasted my steps.

The route chosen for that trip was Wuyishan-Xiamen-Hangzhou-Wuzhen.

Xiamen, Wuyishan, follow the team, ride my highwing bike, browse like a fool and listen to the explanation. It just lubricated my eyes and surprised me. I passively followed them to run the scheduled route, and my mind was completely out of state. On the day of the end of the team trip, the plane flew from Xiamen to Jinan and stopped in Hangzhou. The moment I boarded the plane, I made up my mind: I came down from Hangzhou and started my real trip alone.

Although there was some depression in Hangzhou at the end of February, bright yellow wintersweet, pretty plum blossoms and bright camellias added a lot to the city. The West Lake is still full of amorous feelings and is loved by tourists. I remember coming to the West Lake in April that year. A taxi driver told me that the West Lake has three beauties: the West Lake in full bloom, the West Lake in misty rain and the West Lake in snow. It happened to be rainy at this time, accompanied by drizzle, riding a bike, in Bai Causeway and Su Causeway, I was in the misty rain. How beautiful and carefree it is to wander aimlessly in a favorite place without distractions. The thoroughness or loudness is only related to the journey, and the others are far from disappearing. If there is no suitable partner, a person's travel is the most beautiful.

This is a trip I have planned for a long time, and I don't want to miss it again this spring. There are many beautiful things in life, not missed, just waiting there as we wish. How many people are destined to have the right time and the right mood when they leave? How many people are left in this dying spring? Leave the world, send yourself to a strange place where I forget myself and worry-free, face an empty day alone, stop thinking about anything related to survival, just walk in a realistic dream or indulge or temporarily refined, and feel warm and comfortable.

Perhaps this trip is the best time in my memory. Because here I met my most beautiful mood.

I remember Mr. Yu said in a speech: "I have always believed that the greatest enjoyment of life is not the food in China's house, but the incompatibility with others." And I just want to describe the feeling of this trip in half a sentence. "The greatest enjoyment of life is not luxury food, but riding alone with the soul."

There is still plenty of time for this trip. I want to write some words on the way to enjoy this wonderful time. Maybe it's because I got too much, and my heart is full, but I want to comb it slowly when I come back quietly. Unexpectedly, with the passage of time, the superposition of days and trivial dilution, I gradually forgot that beautiful past. I wanted to relive my memory and stretch my words, but I became a small duckweed wandering in the footprints behind me, which could not be salvaged clearly. At that time, the rippling mood was still there. The best feeling in a trip is a happy mood. I once saw a text on WeChat saying that I should travel less and travel more. Because travel is on the road with your heart, it is a spiritual and natural voice.

I like the beautiful scenery fragments on the road, but I prefer those scenes to give me pleasure in my bones. I always like to walk freely in the beautiful scenery and indulge myself. If too many people are agitated, any beautiful scenery will lose its quiet charm. Everything in nature and people also need good mood interaction. Excessive noisy possession will only destroy her original beauty.

I don't know since when, I have developed a hidden habit, that is, I have to take my highwing bike out of my house to travel every once in a while, whether it is long-distance or short-distance, as long as it is convenient to impress and attract me. The happiness that travel brings me is beyond my sight. It is the flow of the soul, the pleasure of body and mind, and the perfect opening after the induction is empty.

What I enjoyed most this time was the quiet time in Wuzhen.

When I arrived in Wuzhen that day, it was raining in Mao Mao and there were not many tourists. The leisurely flowing water of the small bridge seems to exude the taste of hometown. My heart suddenly calmed down, the tree never turned green, and the picture was a little gloomy. However, perhaps it is the gloom in this drizzle that gives us a lasting appeal of ink painting that cannot be imitated.

Riding on the narrow stone road, the wooden attics on both sides are soaked with ancient colors. That special smell fascinates me, and I really like the special tranquility in this sunset. As night falls, light and shadow are reflected on the river. Occasionally, the Wu Peng boat passing by makes a creaking sound, which is so harmonious with the night. The soft music in the coffee shop flowed into the night with the lights, and the little warmth ran out of the house and jumped over the town. I believe that the past of love and the life of love are staged in every house at any time. Time drifts in a warm and faint atmosphere, becoming a unique flavor of the town. I've been longing for this place for a long time, and I like the time to stay here slowly. Even the spoon that stirs coffee has no dust.

I found a window seat and watched the town blend into the night so naturally. I'm in no hurry. I just feel that time passes slowly, my face is very soft, and the voice of the store's inquiry is so tactful and friendly. "Do you need another drink?" . I really want to stop here in my life, continue a cup of red tea and wait for a beautiful woman invited in my last life by the river by the window. But I'm just a passer-by, so I can only stay for one night. Across the tributaries of the two rivers, drums sounded vaguely on the stage over there, and beautiful female voices shuttled back and forth on the trembling river with the wupeng boat, smelling like lilacs floating across the misty rain lane in the south with a sad girl.

Late at night, I returned to my residence. It was an inn and a wooden attic in the scenic spot, which I specially booked from the Internet. Close the doors and windows, the sound of water is far away, but I seem to be integrated here, enjoying the peace in the dust. What is happiness? This is a kind of peace that I want to forget the dust. At this moment, I already have it.