Suddenly, you want to travel

There has been such an idea, and so free, and himself a man, back simple things, to travel.

Own one of the tour can be simple.Do not have to bring any camera, because the scenery is not traversed, have turned into a picture, deeply imprinted in the mind. You can dance with the world, you can make friends with insect butterfly, with the mountains as partners. Himself a man of travel, you can silently. Do not tell me to someone or some group to travel, not to tell them I'm gone. As long as a man, walk slowly in the wind that has experienced thousands of years of rain hit the trail; as long as a person, carefully climb over millions of years and it has gone through the same slopes; as long as a person, slowly recollection of history and time in the long river. Here, there is no noise, no desire, no confusion, no loss, yes, but that of a quiet.

For a long time, want a person to travel.

Want to go to the beach, at sunrise or dusk, listening to the sea notes. That one by one wave, it is the sea in singing? That those shells on the beach, the sea is not left stave it? And other waters slowly receded, exposing the stone, wanted to sit on a rock to sleep, or to himself as a rock in the sea and long, right? In fact, the stone is very happy too, there is a daily companion of the sea, at least not lonely now.

Go prairie, sitting in the thick grass , watching the night air in the stars.

Stars on the prairie should be very beautiful now. What buildings without cover, no fog of confusion, no street lights that light very sleepy, on the way dolphin hanging in the sky, like a lighted afar. But no matter how to go, both can not touch. Night sky , slowly it seems, really on the black silk inlay gem it. I watched, unknowingly put themselves to trapped inside, can not tell in what year Jinxi.If there is no dawn, I would like to have been so looking until years end.

Wanted to desert, to see whether it is straight Smoke in the desert.

Do not want to go to the desert is a couple of days, even in a dream where there dream. But the real desert, is to see. Photos in the United States, he did not desert the powerful and magnificent; photo then the United States, he did not dance in the desert wind and sand; photo then the United States, he did not desert life tough and noble. I would like to take a tent in the desert, watching Populus. I would like to Find a ruins in the desert, and then sat on top of the only brick think about ancient prosperity. I would like the tree in the desert in a tombstone, monument engraved with his name might, perhaps a blank, it so quietly standing.

Suddenly want to see, and my heart tired.