I like traveling, not tourism. Tourism cares about the scenery of the destination, but traveling is to enjoy the beauty of the process. In the journey, the most time is in the car, over the mountains or a flat river. I like the feeling of being on the road, the scenery on the road, the feeling of the journey. In the past few years, I have been to the place where the memory is a little fuzzy, but the feeling of the journey is always unforgettable to me. Red wine and green Phoenix in my mind has long ceased to be clear, but is not a regret to go to a more regrettable place, I still remember Huaihua to Phoenix all the way to the "continuous sharp bends", remember the Shorzhai highway in order to avoid the big traffic jams and walk down the mountain of unforgettable experience. For the destination, there is always more or less expectations, with a preconceived impression of the heart, but to the destination, but found that the book is always higher than the life of the artistic rendering of the photo is always a specific angle of the beautification. The hard work of pursuing something but found that the ending is not as good as expected, inevitably some loss.
The journey is not going to deceive your eyes and feelings, along the way, there is no deliberate development of the doings, completely natural. She is beautiful or not, completely rely on their own eyes to find, with the heart to feel. I think, travel should have a tolerant heart, less picky, more discovery, more praise. I remember my classmates said that the landscape of Guilin is not beautiful at all, I said that you sit on a double-decker cruise ship from Mopan Mountain all the way to Yangshuo, and how can you appreciate the beauty of the landscape of the Li River? The beauty of the Li River is a long and leisurely beauty, the beauty of the landscape. The beauty of the Li River is in the green mountains lining the green water, green water reflecting the green mountains, sitting on a cruise ship, the waves are constantly, do not walk along the Li River, early in the morning on a bamboo raft to swim across the calm Li River, and how can you see the Li River's most beautiful reflection it.
I also miss traveling in the southwest, which is always in a car. If possible, I would sit by the car window and enjoy the free view. All the way to Diqing is the most beautiful place in northwestern Yunnan, the sea of rapeseed flowers, Tibetan houses, white pagodas with warp beams, barley racks, gas stations, vast snow-capped mountains, layers of terraced rice fields, pure skies, and simple folkways. Occasionally on the road to see herds of yak and antelope, you look at it dumbly, it also dumbly look at you. When crossing the Baima Snow Mountain pass, it is hard but exciting, all the way in the Tiger Leaping Gorge, Haba Snow Mountain and Jade Dragon Snow Mountain sandwiched between the fast flowing Jinsha River, just under the feet. Those days also rained, Haba Snow Mountain water has been rushed to the highway, many places on the road collapsed, that moment finally some fear. Despite my painstaking pursuit also did not see the sun shining gold mountain, but all the way to the changing scenery did not let me down, walk down the guide in the Zhang teacher trail, feel the most turbulent Jinsha River drop. I am even more grateful to the friends I met along the way, who gave me a lot of help and made me understand all kinds of life in this world. A few days later in another place at the corner of the street again unexpectedly met, with joy and surprise. Then toward Guizhou, Guizhou is a place with beautiful mountains, not as treacherous as Northwest Yunnan. The houses of Miao and Dong villages are scattered in the mountains, the river is clear, and the terraced fields are like a paradise, just like the scenery in a postcard. The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the photo of the Miao village, and then click on a picture of the Miao village, which I named "the best scenery on the road".
Living in the city for a long time, I always hope to go out and take a walk to see the beauty of the scenery, in fact, the city of steel and concrete has the same her most beautiful scenery, the world is not lack of beauty, just lack of a pair of eyes to find. Every day to and from work I am always in a hurry, one day suddenly looked up and found the roadside alleys full of pink rosebuds, look up is spring, look down is summer, and then look up rosebuds thank you, and full of orange trumpet flowers. In the spring, my colleague told me, you know, that intersection of the alley there is a begonia tree, a tree at the same time full of three colors of begonias, amazing beauty but hidden in the city's deep alleys. Every morning I walked to the bus stop and always walked on the shady side so as not to be exposed to the sun. I forget what the reason, one day walked across the street, the morning sun from the lush branches and leaves in the gap, a bunch of slightly hazy light has a faint beauty, so from then on I walked every day on the side of the sun. But the beauty is not every day, to meet the bright sunshine, some slight dust in the air, in the most appropriate time and place, the sun to the right angle, in order to contribute to this light beauty. I always want to go in the early morning of the weekend to shoot this beautiful scenery, but always because of various things, or weather reasons and did not have the opportunity to shoot. I always have some regrets, but on second thought, I have seen it many times and memorized it in my heart, even with a camera, I may not be able to record what I see in front of me. If you can treat the scenery of the state of mind to treat life, indifferent to the will, serenity to far-reaching, perhaps the harvest can be more.
A foreigner dressed like Spiderman ran into the Flower Harbor and suddenly braked sharply, almost knocking me down. He took out a cloth mask and put it on, and exaggeratedly greeted his female companion who ran with him to take a picture, and it turned out that it was only when he ran to the gate of the Flower Harbor that he saw West Lake up close.
"Run through the scenery, run through the addiction" - the slogan of the West Lake International Marathon Competition, perhaps only those who have really participated in it, can empathize. The people who can run with a camera and are busy refusing to miss the scenery, obviously, the results of the race and the ranking, not their focus.
So, for a local like me, who was born and raised in Hangzhou and knows the route by heart, where is my view?
At 8am, at the start of Huanglong, I ran into a fellow interviewer who smiled and said, "You're a runner today, go for it!" When I think about it, I've interviewed quite a few races in person before, but which ones weren't spectators? This is not the first international competition I attended in my life?
From the starting gun, thousands of people like a huge flood out of the Huanglong starting point, in fact, I have been looking for my scenery.