I used to be passionate about traveling and climbing. Whenever I hear about a famous mountain and river, I yearn for it, as if the majestic peaks, verdant forests, and winding mountain roads are all poems and distant places in my heart. In those years, I walked all over the show of Emei and the seclusion of Laojun, thinking that this was the ultimate of the mountain. However, as the years went by, my state of mind also changed subtly.
Now, my enthusiasm for mountain climbing seems to have cooled. Every time I go to a new place, facing those so-called famous mountain scenery, my heart no longer has the excitement and longing that I once had. Those cookie-cutter ropeways became an obstacle to my climbing, and I lost the fun of climbing. Whenever I ride the ropeway over the top of the mountain and watch the scenery below flash in front of me, I always feel an inexplicable sense of loss.
I'm starting to wonder why some people climb mountains everywhere they go. What are they after? Is it the pride of seeing the mountains at a glance, or the thrill of conquering nature? I tried to understand, but I couldn't do it. For me, the mountain no longer seems to be a tourist destination, but a passing existence.
I'm starting to miss the hill in my hometown. It has no name, no ornate ropeways, no bustling tourists. But it has the memories of my childhood and the warmth of my hometown. Every dusk, I would walk alone in the mountains and forests, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops, smelling the fragrance of the earth, and feeling the embrace of nature. At that moment, I felt as if I had returned to that carefree era, and my heart was full of peace and contentment.
I began to realize that the meaning of travel is not about how many places you have traveled or how many scenery you have seen, but about the mood and feelings along the way. A real trip is a journey of the mind, a dialogue with oneself and nature. Climbing a mountain is just a way to travel, not a goal.
I started trying to travel in a different way. I am no longer obsessed with climbing those famous mountains and rivers, but to find those forgotten corners of the world, to feel those different scenery and people. I began to enjoy my time on the road, the process of meeting, acquaintance, and parting with strangers. I began to pay attention to the small details, the humble landscapes, which also moved and memorable.
Gradually, I found that my understanding of travel became deeper and more comprehensive. I've come to understand that the meaning of travel isn't about the destination, it's about the scenery and mood along the way. I have come to appreciate different cultures and customs, and to respect those lifestyles and ideas that are different from ours. I began to appreciate the people I traveled with, and they made me feel the warmth and beauty of the world.
Today, I still like to travel, but I am no longer obsessed with climbing. I will choose the ones that suit me and make me feel comfortable and enjoyable. I will go to places that make me feel peaceful and relaxed, to feel the people and things that make me feel warm and beautiful. I will experience the process of each trip with my heart and make it the most precious treasure of my life.
When I think back to the famous mountains I have climbed, I will be grateful. They have allowed me to experience different landscapes and lives, and have made me stronger and more confident. But they're also just one part of my life's journey, not the whole story. I know that in the days to come, I will encounter more mountains, more scenery, more people and things. And I will face them with a more open and inclusive mind, and experience the surprises and touches they bring me.
There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people. On the way to travel, we are always looking and discovering. Let's experience the process of each trip with our hearts and make it the best memory of our lives.