Travel is an escape -- an escape from the ugliness of the world. We Chinese are a nation most afraid of traveling. During the famine period, they were reluctant to flee easily, preferring to eat grass and tree bark at home, fearing that after leaving the village, in the trip kitchen-kitchen, then lost their last rights -- to die in bed. As for those who are more reluctant to act rashly, hanging a picture on the wall can be regarded as a "sleeping tour". The so-called "a move is better than a quiet". To put it bluntly, "nothing new under the sun". It is called mountains and rivers, but is it not a few piles of rocks and a lot of water? I remember when I was a primary school student, a suburban outing, is a heartbeat thing, how early to prepare, get up early, line up, holding the school flag, drums leading, after the next week also have to make a "hiking", to complete the merit. It is so solemn to travel once! My grandmother, who lived in the inner city of Hangzhou all her life, was over 80 years old. She had never visited the West Lake before. She finally went there once, but she could not walk. The ancients cloud: "life can play a few clogs?" This is an advice to carpe diem, don't be afraid to spend a few pairs of shoes. But is travel really fun? Is there much distress in it? To go out with luggage, that a dozens of pounds of heavy bound bung roll is the traveler's first difficulty. To be tied tightly, to be pretty, to be square, to see the angles, and a loose bundle to be very different from its interest, this is not a weak hand of a man can do. There are some curious people on the level who need to open it and look at it, and it's very difficult to recover after watching it. "Come in full swing, and come back in full swing." A lot of people think they've run out of fun after they finish their bedrolls. In some countries it is not necessary to travel with a blanket, as if wherever there were a bed there were quilts, and where there were quilts there were sheets to be washed and changed at any time -- the traveller is unencumbered, and does not have to carry a sleeper on his back like a snail. It's easy to carry bedding, but it's unheard of to travel with a bed, and very few beds in the world aren't equipped with bedbugs. I wonder how much mental wandering one does the next day after a night of blood transfusions. A friend of mine invented a kind of costume. He made a seamless nightdress according to the size of his head and limbs, in which a person could fit into the nightdress, leaving only two holes in front of his eyes and completely cut off from the outside world -- only it looked a bit like KKK, which once scared a person to death at night. Primitive means of transport, and not enough for the suffering of passengers. I think "pole" and "trolley" are more interesting than airplane. "Making his way through the wind, lingran, good also" is an immortal career. In the world of travel, or on the ground for the principle of feet. We want to see the clouds, but not through their gaps; We should "see the mountains as peaks on each side, with different heights and distances", but we do not want to shrink the world into a plaything like a rockery to enjoy it. I am sorry that Milton's "sailboat" of Middle-Earth has not yet been ridden. The primitive means of transportation is not disease, the disease is that the boat is not easy to get, the driver is not easy to entanglements, "clothes and hats" is not to be said, but also beware of green gauze. Liu Ling's "bury me when I die" is not about to die violently. Travel, though mixed with distress, has great fun in the end. Travel is a kind of escape -- escape from the ugliness of the world. "The Great Hidden sea of people", we are not great hidden, can not hide in the sea of people. Not only can a man find refuge in the sea, but he cannot easily escape from his home. Adult circle in the quadrangle room, do not have to lift the house will sigh; Adult looking at the face of the home, do not have to cry to cow clothes. There was only one piece of blue sky that could be seen inside the house. The inexhaustible breeze and moon can not be fully enjoyed at home. To fly a kite, you need to climb the ridge with a bamboo pole. To see the sun rising and the moon setting, you need to leave the neighbor without a shield. Walking in the street, bustling, kowtowing is not human face beast, is poor. Under these circumstances, we don't have the courage to go into the mountains, but at least why not pack up our bedrolls with a toothbrush and travel for a few days? In the travel, without wind and rain, and then tired flying know also, feel "at home a thousand days good, go out for a while", so that can put the intolerable home into a temporary tolerable. The next time you can't stand it, take another trip. Such a toss a few times, this life is almost. Travel without feeling desolate, desolate is also a kind of fun. Hazlitt advocates not having a partner when traveling because, "If you say a bean field down the road smells, your partner may not smell it. If you point to an object in the distance, your partner may be nearsighted and need glasses to see." An undesirable partner is, of course, a liability. But man is a strange animal, too many people, no one to accompany the boredom; Noisy ears afraid of noisy, all day long chug mouth and afraid of bad breath. Traveling is a time for happiness, but you also want to keep company. Only gods and beasts can stand loneliness. In society, we feel that the face of the ugly language tasteless people, avoid or late, in nature and feel that people are friendly. People who have traveled to the Rocky Mountains in the United States tell me that when they meet another traveler on the mountains, men and women, young and old, they always take off their hats and say a few small talk. This is a very meaningful habit. Perhaps only in the wilderness can we easily feel that people belong to the same kind of animals, and we usually pay too much attention to the differences between people.