Those who failed in history didn't know until the end that the handsome and upright Boy turned out to be Che Guevara, and it didn't hinder the freedom of walking that he fell in love with from the beginning, envied the scenery, insisted on the truth, amused by kindness, and on the road the freshness of...
How many people have all kinds of dreams, bicycles, motorcycles, motorcycles, off-road vehicles, and RVs...
How can I miss the places I haven't been to... Maybe there are, like Mu Xin, I heard that he didn't travel much of the world compared to his travels in books. But I suspect that his Joonmeka Caprice record is clearly a diary that he likes to walk around...
"I don't know what kind of power I've found
Let me break free of her eyes and her arms"
The road ahead is vast, maybe it is because of the vastness, not just like the walking dead, but thousands of possibilities, there may be wine, there may be kind people, there may be despair, disease, helplessness and despair...
During the Spring Festival of 2020, I found a motorcycle in a pile of old things under the canopy in the yard and pushed my brother out. I walked over and fiddled with it, and then quietly sat back on the daily stool...
I think of the scenery that I couldn’t get tired of seeing, the strategy that I couldn’t finish, the photos I couldn’t finish, the countless people I couldn’t forget, the windy meals that my brother laughed at, and the Everest I never thought about passing by. Can't go to Altun Mountain...
And the post-90s uncle from Gansu who rode a motorcycle in Gannan, Sichuan, Yunnan and Tibet, and then went back to Hoh Xil due to an emergency at home...
And then life went on, each parted, and went back to the lowlands, built up again and again, as if they hadn't gone out, but never again...
Those who can't stop fleeing or walking, do they all want to be different every day...
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