When I saw the cultural shirt with Che Guevara's face on it, I didn't know who the man with the five-pointed star in the hat and the beard on his face was. Later, I gradually learned about his heroic deeds, but I felt a lot of doubts. It was not until I watched the road movie "Motorcycle Diary" and saw the trip that the young Guevara took, I didn't understand why he became the Che Guevara we know today. Only by going on the road in person can you truly understand the meaning of travel and the meaning of road movies.
Twenty-three years old, full of high-spirited youth, Guevara was uneasy about living a good life, and set off on the road with friends, full of curiosity, in order to see the vast world outside with his own eyes. The two rode an old motorcycle across the vast land of South America to define their own dreams. At the same age, before stepping into society, give yourself a trip to see what the mountains and rivers in China look like, and look forward to the scenery along the way and the people watching the scenery.
On a hot summer day, my partner and I took the local train from Hangzhou to Hunan. We are not in a hurry, on the slow-moving train, through the window, we can enjoy the scenery along the way. The train moves slowly in the embrace of the dark night. There are already tired and bored passengers in the carriage lying on their stomachs to sleep. When the train passes through the city and into the countryside, it seems that everything is quiet, peaceful and peaceful, making people sleepy. And Guevara's old motorcycle was bumpy all the way, carrying a heavy luggage, driving on the bumpy road, turning off the road from time to time and plunging into the field. The wobbly march did not prevent them from enjoying the unique beauty of South America, the boundless grasslands, towering snow-capped mountains, rushing rivers, and scenes passing by before their eyes, so beautiful that people could not breathe.
On the day we arrived in Changsha, we unloaded our backpacks and settled down in our accommodation before starting the tour. Standing on the head of Orange Island, watching the Xiangjiang River go north, the eagle strikes the sky, and the yellow river water flows and shouts, "Ask the vast land, who controls the ups and downs?". The Yuelu Mountain on the riverside is full of green forests. Walking up the mountain along the road, the city is getting smaller and smaller under the feet. The Yuelu Academy at the foot of the mountain is hidden in the forest, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the city. The beauty of the Machu Picchu ruins amazes them both. Time seems to be going backwards here. Every time you stop there is a different harvest. Every harvest changes each other's hearts. The outline of the dream is gradually becoming clear.
The Tuojiang River is long, and the stilted buildings stand on both sides of the river. It is unique. The green water plants flutter under the clear river. The boat punters drive the wooden boats down the river. The wooden boats rise and fall together. The tourists on the river bank are slow, walking on the old city wall, watching the white walls and black tiles row upon row, the stone streets are narrow, the shops along the streets sell handicrafts or local specialties, tourists come in and out, the lively and disturbing, it is still a good time to go to Phoenix when there are few people. appropriate. Guevara came to the destined place at the best age, the treatment center for lepers. He was a medical student and experienced physical and mental baptism here. He refused to wear gloves to shake hands with lepers, and felt their pain through personal contact. , In his heart, they are not patients, but friends. When he swims alone in the dark night to the other side of the river that cuts off people's hearts, his beliefs and dreams in this life finally take shape.
The long journey has determined his wandering in this life. No one is born a hero. Watching him go from dazed to firm, coupled with the travel I personally experienced, I gradually recognized his changes and witnessed the birth of Che Guevara. . Travel is not to travel for the sake of travel, but only on the road, can you see your various dreams.
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