During the winter break, my son sent an e-mail from the United States, telling me that he was going to drive from his north to the south during the winter vacation, and drew a route map to cross a total of 11 states. On his third day, he called Austin, the capital of Texas, and excitedly told me that there was the O. Henry Museum, the author who wrote "The Last Leaf," and that he had visited the former home of rock star Elvis Presley while passing through Memphis yesterday.

I envy him and support him, and when I was young, I should have gone to a distant land. Wandering will allow him to see things he has never seen, and let the radius of his life spread wider and farther like water.

I remember late at night in early spring, I was alone at the West Berlin train station waiting for a changing train, and there were only a few people waiting on the silent platform, one of them seemed to be Chinese, I walked over and asked, sure enough, he came to pick up someone. We chatted and learned that he was an international student who graduated from Tianjin University and came here to study electronics. He said something like this, which I still remember more than a decade later: "When I first arrived in Berlin, I only had $10 left in my pocket. "Even with only 10 dollars, he dared to come out, I guess the price he paid for it, a foreign country, no relatives, food and dew, drifting is his destiny, and it has become his character.

I also thought of myself, younger than my son, who drove north and ran to the Great Northern Wilderness. Naturally, I have suffered a lot, and as soon as the "big smoke cannon" of the Great Northern Wilderness was scraped, I was given a dismount first, the weather was cold, Lu Yuan was fascinated, as if he had reached the outside of the sky, and the wandering heart was like a kite with a broken line, and I didn't know where it would fall. However, it allowed me to see so much pain and cruelty, and at the same time, it also allowed me to touch so many beautiful nostalgia and old people, and all this not only composed the spectrum of my youth, but also became my unforgettable memories today.

That's right, when I was young, I was restless, I didn't know the height of the sky, I thought about right and wrong, and I imagined the distance so well, so I dared to go out and drift. Wandering is not tourism, it must come at a price, and tasting more of life is by no means like sitting in a warm Starbucks in winter and sipping coffee. However, it is only possible to go adrift when you are young. Wandering requires courage, but also a young body and imagination, and you reap the harvest that you can only have when you are young, and the memories of your old age later. In a person's life, if there is really something called no regrets, in my opinion, it is that your childhood has the joy of games, your youth has the experience of wandering, and your old age has unforgettable memories.

Always stay in a comfortable greenhouse all your life, and then Baoding fragrant, brocade clothes and jade food, you will also be weak and indigestion; you will always be a step away from home all your life, and then you will be strict with your father and mother, and your wife and concubine will be short-sighted and shallow, and your knees will be soft and thin. In the season of youth, we should not sink our hearts into the narrow and trivial quagmire prematurely, fall into the gentle land like a shipwreck, brew the delicate and slender days of our own dragon beard noodles in the virtual network and in the sweet nest, consume our own lives, and let ourselves decay into a snail before we grow old, only to poke our heads out of the heavy shell in the moment after the rain, look at the gray sky, and think that the sky is just so big and dirty.

Youth should be like a dandelion in spring, even if it is weak and small, and has not yet grown wings to fly, it will blow far away by the wind, and even if it falls in a place you don't know, you have to break into the uncultivated virgin land. In this way, you will know that the world is no longer just a beautiful glass house, and you will see that the front of you is no longer just a wall of hearts. You can also taste that the days are no longer just endless traffic jams during the day, endless TV dramas at night, escalating chickens and geese at home, and undisturbed open and secret fights in the unit.

The well-known Italian explorer Marco Polo traveled to Asia Minor with his father and uncle at the age of 17, and wandered all over China alone at the age of 21. The famous American navigator Captain Cook realized his ambitious dream of wandering for the first time during his voyage to the North Sea at the age of 21. The Austrian musician Schubert left his hometown at the age of 20 and began his humble artistic wanderings in Vienna. Xu Xiake of my country, at the age of 22, began his arduous wandering, traveling thousands of miles and reading thousands of books...... Of course, I can also cite what is now known as the "Beipiao" – those who live in humble dwellings in rural Beijing – who also began their initial wanderings at a young age. Being young is a wandering asset