Words such as sadness, loneliness and unruly seem destined to exist in people's minds together with vagrancy. I don't object, because it is a fact. People who wander generally don't ask others to accompany them. They are used to being alone, silently looking for the next route and silently accepting loneliness. I don't think they follow the rules either! In order to pursue the beauty in my heart and stay away from the call of my parents, sometimes it is just a beautiful feeling, sometimes it is a dream that has not been realized for a long time, and sometimes it is to escape from reality.
Walking on the Inner Mongolia prairie with a white hat and a low brim, wearing jeans and carrying a small canvas bag on his back. So is my imaginary "tramp". This is a scene that has appeared in my mind countless times, at least this is the wandering life I yearn for. Hungry, eating beef jerky, thirsty, drinking koumiss, tired, lying on the prairie, looking at the sky, looking around with blurred eyes, nothing is more comfortable than this. I will put a big notebook and a pen I like very much in my bag to explain my wandering life. This is not decadence, because there are still pursuits, dreams and simple and beautiful wishes in my heart.
You don't need to take a camera to wander. True beauty is deeply imprinted in your heart, just like the endless prairie and blue sky and white clouds are always in my heart, which is a kind of lingering beauty. What I long for is to blend in with nature. The camera is so modern that even a click will destroy the tranquility of nature.
Words are as important as nature in my heart. I like beautiful scenery and words, like girls' eyes, clear and transparent, and with a little innocence, which gives me the most natural touch and makes me intoxicated.
Walking on the grassland is a dream in my heart. The height may never reach me, just like goddess peak in the fog.