. I actually have another name.
If I want to ask how this name came from, I have to say it from my little broken car. On the day when the
small broken car was about to be replaced, I suddenly heard the wind roaring past thousands of miles in the wilderness. In
an instant, my youth and my soul were abducted by this powerful demon wind, and jumped past
me from the top of my head. , Chasing my soul, gone away,
this world is only me, without family and no friends,
I want to find myself, to find the soul,
there is only loneliness on this planet, everyone is lonely
but I am not, I’m just alone, not lonely, I
forgot to tell you
I am An extreme traveler, wandering in the vast land
with insufficient equipment, often hungry and thirsty, reading
the springs of the Walden lake flowing through my right hand, and the rushing life on the grassland made me wet my eyes and
I slanted Leaning against the glassless window on the bus, took a bite of an apple, and felt the great joy of freedom.
Don’t envy me. I just felt the joy of being alone, but
I didn’t understand the truth that you all understand. I don’t understand it, because of God. Haven’t given me the will, because Walden hasn’t written about happiness.
Look, I was invited to my traveling companion, but I only love Alaska
. There is a girl who likes me, but I only love Alaska.
Look, there is an old man who wants Adopt me, but I still only love Alaska.
Don’t ask me, is Alaska really that good?
I can only tell you, it’s better than dressing stylishly in a bar and talking and laughing.
So, maybe you guess I’m avoiding the world
. I’m not strong, so Trying to feel strong
I am getting thinner and thinner, but my heart is not necessarily getting more and more full
. Walden Lake at hand finally writes about happiness.
Why suddenly I can’t remember the rising and the moon and the setting, the mountains and rivers I
just miss. The embrace of my parents, the singing of the girl, the face of
the old man. The morning light in Alaska that day was particularly sultry. Gradually, everything melted for
many years.
I heard that someone shed tears for me. Someone offered flowers on the bus I was leaving.
No, no. , You must not praise me as a legend.
I am just a lonely ascetic, not alone, but lonely.
If you come to see me, please remember to call me, Christopher McCandless
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