On his eighteenth birthday, Asaruo decided to go out for a walk.

It wasn't a whimsical decision, it was a long time ago.

Young, probably the age of the mind that is not like words, like the crystal palace of a fairy tale, dazzling and able to derive unrestrained ideals, so the thoughts are oxidized with the breath of time into unreachable intertwined dreams, waiting for the moment of growth.

The world is so far away, it would be a pity if you only stood on your toes.

Therefore, obey the call of the distance to yourself, if you pack a simple bag, step on the familiar land, to embrace the vast blue sky and earth, and taste the most suitable scenery in life.

The route is set in advance, not too far and not too close, but it is just enough for travelers to see the most satisfying beauty, the beauty that belongs to the Creator's mercy on nature, even after the wind and frost, it can bloom the most gorgeous picture, so that those who trek up and wade in the water pause, and smiles on their tired faces.

A person's journey is the beginning of another life, walking in the corner of the world, walking alone, without the vast fog of the city, without the hustle and bustle of the car flute business, nothing, tranquility accompanied all day long, living a time separated from the world.

Perhaps, the true meaning of travel is like this, go away together with the red years that have gone away, and be full of special expectations for every day!

Follow the route in various cities, until you pass through a small city, looking at the little fallen leaves or one after another, or floating on the water and downstream, the moss on the stone steps on the street corners on both sides of the bank is silently fermenting in the dewdrops, and the sound of dripping and clicking echoes melodiously, in the drizzle, the vibration of perception has sprung up like mushrooms after a rain and suddenly hits a shallow heart that has been tired for a long time, and brightens her world in an instant.

A kind of enlightenment, slowly rising.

Legend has it that on your journey to the Horn of the World, there are always corners that are your destined habitat, where you will find the most memorable years of your life.

Smiling slightly, if you walk in without restraint, life is to meet happiness that does not need to be hidden, you can eat what you want to eat the most, you can see what you can be nostalgic for, and you can also follow your heart.

There are so many horns waiting for us in the world, regular and irregular, but they can all evolve into the best in life.

What we can find and find is our luck, but there are too many, weathered by the years, or mottled and eroded, from one horn to another, belonging to someone else's horn, that is not a kind of sadness.

In the other corner of the world, I'm waiting for your footsteps to come.