Reasons to love travel

I do not know from what moment in love with travel, every holiday is crazy people go around pulling in General.

I wonder around the old people say, her rich Oh, all day long to come up with flower head trip and travel is not a general travel, always looking for those expensive way to go.

In fact, only you know, is in love with the travel is to forget.

Forget the pain of memory, forget the hurt. Once very not like travel, always feel that most of the world almost everywhere, postcard quanyou, there is no need to go and see, spend so much money to see all the sights on the postcard is also a waste of money and boring.

Can this view from and when did you first visit after a complete change of Hangzhou, it was you all the way from Beijing to Shanghai to the weekend with me.

You ask me, we go play with it, I said no, can't think of anything funny. Finally you decide, we bought a ticket for the train to Hangzhou. You on the plane before calling me at Hangzhou provides good hotel, I received a task, in a friend's recommendation for the first time used the ctrip. Morning because of too early, I fell asleep on the train, on your shoulders, that's how many happy feeling, then only one wish, it is the train always just go, never stopped. To Hangzhou, we walked to the edge of West Lake, at that moment I suddenly found the West Lake is so beautiful. From small to large countless to Lake, but it has never been so beautiful. We walked around the Lake, I told you about my family's seven stories of eight Auntie Dagu, you told me that the school principal for gossip, other history of doctoral students. I say to you, I have more than four aunt, cooking is tasty, if one day you have to do something you are sure that the previous decades to eat all orchards while taking care of. At that time said this, my heart was in pain, I'll do that one day? in the evening, we both a simultaneous mixing of said wants to eat rice, results both played well away from the car to go eat a bowl of ten dollars of mixed with rice. Meal has jiudianduo clock, suddenly aware of the need to worry, you can go home and your loved one has always together, it doesn't matter how late, suddenly felt good happiness. Back to the hotel on the road, the road is black, our hotel is at the edge of West Lake, very few people along the way, I have always been close to hold your hand, the fear of experiencing the bad guys. Occasionally there will be two pedestrians from the side, I will always be close to hold your arm, hiding behind you, you make fun of me to say this has nothing to fear. You may not know, then how much I rely on you, so that today cannot forget.

In this way, I love to travel.

Finally, you left me, just like you have never entered my life, would I from your memories in DEL.

I like the one you don't want to wear clothes or has no use books, were you always hold in memory in the corner.

I have been suffering, struggle, in order to please the pain, so I began to travel.

But farther, I don't choose domestic tour, friends say I'm petty bourgeoisie, in fact, they do not understand, many places will let me think and your days together. I began to travel around the world, Singapore, Malaysia, Japan and Europe.

Leave you a few years went to many local, national customs surprises me, don't want to go home.

I feel you have been forgotten, until new year's trip to France, I met him.

(Unfinished, to be continued)