Towards the Distance (prose)

I said on Weibo that I want to go on a long trip alone, which has attracted the doubts and curiosity of bloggers, the reason is that I am motion sickness, the limit of the ride is fifty miles, the near distance is OK, and the long trip is tantamount to a fool's dream; second, if there is a favorite person to go to the mountains and rivers to suffer a little, it is worth it, and even there will be the pleasure of doing pleasure in suffering, but a person traveling far, how to say it is a bit tragic.

I don't have the habit of opening my heart to show people, so I am a maverick in the eyes of many people, I don't know if this is good or not, I only know that it is difficult to move, so I am not going to move, but I am still quite interested in nagging and nagging about such a topic as a long trip.

Carrying a backpack to the end of the world is my dream since I was a child, when the car was still small, the sky was still blue, the simple teenager did not know that the long trip in addition to comfortable and relaxed is more difficult and dangerous, in short, sleep is often able to meet their own on the road, sometimes in the road deep mountains, sometimes in the endless green grassland, sometimes in the air thin plateau above the blue sky peak, the sky is pure dripping, the clouds can be picked, along the way danger and sound companionship, many times I will scream and wake up, More often than not, it is clear to see the lonely back fading away.

I understood, that was me.

Later I knew Sanmao, and her Jose, that was when I was in junior high school, the third brother gave me a short collection of Sanmao, looking at a page I would be stupid to think about it for half a day, thinking about the Sanmao in the desert with twisted braided jeans, thinking of her simple but selfish neighbors, thinking that she was fighting with her beard Jose, who won and lost, the young I worship of Sanmao can even be described as fanaticism, what a different kind of woman, what a different world, That endless golden desert was so attractive to me, being a walker, being a sanmao was my most beautiful and cheerful dream at that time.

But in this world, beauty always appears in the face of illusion, but the obstacle is real, before small, no ability to act, let go of themselves can only be in dreams, until they grow up can fly without any obstacles, but sadly found that motion sickness, and serious to the point of incurable, so even if no one obstructs, I consciously do not go out of the far door, which makes me despair for a while, thinking that this is the greatest desperate act of heaven for me who has a dream.

Although I can't take the car, I have trained two legs that are flying like flying, because I can't walk slowly, so few people are willing to walk with me.

Accustomed to loneliness, I consciously away from the hustle and bustle, I enjoy more and more time walking on the road alone, while walking and watching, walking while walking in a daze is my favorite thing, walking for a few hours and running dozens of miles is a common thing for me, that kind of pleasure is difficult for others to understand, called "self-inflicted guilt" or "full of food"!

No one knows that walking on the road is the greatest enjoyment for me.

Motion sickness limits my range of motion, but it doesn't imprison my mind.

I've always had the idea of hiking once, climbing the mountains outside, wading down the river outside, looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside, no need to be together, I am my most loyal companion, simple backpack jeans sneakers are my most basic equipment.

As for the destination, there may or may not be.

In any case, I have to explore the limits of my will and endurance, I know, this idea is crazy, but if people can't go crazy for their dreams once in this life, won't they even have pale memories when they get old in the future?

So one day I will elope alone and go to a distant place...

Author: Xue Xiaoling