Lately, there have always been a lot of travel clips and images coming into my mind.
Many years ago, many years ago.
When I first arrived in Europe, I didn't know how to get a ticket to take the train at the Rome railway station, and I was excited to see a Chinese student who went over and asked, the girl ignored it, and finally a grandfather taught me.
And travel companions in Barcelona at midnight a bar to go to the scene, 2 a.m. I went back to the hotel to get my luggage, the little partner sent me to the bus station, I took a car alone to the airport, thinking that the next day after arriving in Shanghai will immediately rush to work, immediately heartbroken.
Bed-setting fever caused by overwork on long journeys occurred in London, Tbilisi and Bali. I had a headache, but I was still holding on to the car that I had previously reported for a day trip.
I watched twenty Japanese dramas a whole year after my first return from Japan; I studied Spanish for two months after my first return from Spain. At that time, every time I went abroad to a country I liked, it really brought me a spiritual garden, a road that looked forward to more light in the future.
On the first day I arrived in Rio de Janeiro, I walked all day on the road, taking three steps and looking back to see if anyone was following, because the legend about it before I came was so terrifying. So much so that in the last few days, when I could relax and relax on ipanema Beach alone, I laughed at my timidity the other day, and thus missed this "city of demons" even more: before I left, I missed it.
In Medellín and a new friend looking for an overnight hotel, yet all the hotels in Colombia do not seem to accept foreigners to live with their own people... We wandered around the block in a daze.
At that time, it was particularly rewarding to complete a seemingly complicated thing abroad, such as figuring out the rules of the subway of three different systems in Tokyo and smoothly traveling through all corners of Tokyo;
For example, arriving at Barcelona Airport, where the subway has closed, successfully arrived from the airport to the hotel in the city center without Internet access and met my friend.
At that time, I would still post a message in the circle of friends to show off.
In Amsterdam, I walked from the red light district to the bar area late at night with a local Chinese friend who walked to the bar area to sit down and drink by the canal, chatted all night, and agreed to wait until he bought a house and came over next time to sit as a guest. Later the second time I came, he wasn't there. The third and fourth time, the time has passed several years, and it has been agreed that they only like each other in the circle of friends, and never see each other again.
Half of the friends who had been talking for a long time and watching the sunrise by the sea were slowly out of touch.
Those expectations and excitement of the world have also unconsciously sunk into the bottom of the sea. In this dark year of 2020, countless images that have been silent in the past 7 years have begun to slowly re-unfold to me.
The boy in the memory, once proud of the declaration. At that time, everything did not look too far away.
Now I have realized some of the ideals of that time, such as the midnight when I left Barcelona and the thought of the end of the holiday was over.
But the teenager has also become a middle-aged man who no longer has any motivation or expectations.
When will we go to the beach together, silently, waiting for the first light to appear at sea level in the distance.
