Xiao Xia, when her mother was a child, the book said that when you travel thousands of miles, you can gradually understand many life principles on the way, and travel is as enlightening as reading, which can make people grow. Later, life pushed my mother, and many people squeezed onto the single-plank bridge of life, at that time, looking at the matter of travel, for my mother, for my mother's classmates and friends, and even for my grandfather and grandfather, who have worked hard all their lives, but always with a sense of distance like luxury, it is out of reach.

Compared with reading, the growth method of travel is not something that ordinary people can implement when they say that they can implement it.

When my mother was a child, she didn't travel with her friends. For the young grandfather at that time, such amusement was extravagant and radical, and not only that, but also full of dangers. If my mother is not mistaken, she should not have even made such a deviant wish. And the family went out together, which never happened in my mother's entire childhood. I think this was probably because the economic conditions and consumption outlook at that time did not support such a thing as part-time travel. At least a family of three like my grandfather and mother couldn't travel in luxury in the class we were in at that time.

When my mother grew up, she never had the concept of travel in her bones. What kind of trip is considered a trip, how to plan it, and what kind of purpose to go, my mother doesn't know.

Later, I started to get involved in travel because of the emergence of sightseeing tours that were all the rage. It is characterized by transparent prices, which can be tolerated by ordinary people gritting their teeth. The tour guide holding a small flag, or fierce, or excited and friendly with twenty or thirty people, walked through the scenic spots, everyone gathered in a group, stood and took pictures, and listened to historical stories. Fast-food-like cultural biscuits, chew them crunchyly, and rush to the next stop.

Grandpa's concept of travel is such a trip. There was also a period of popularity, and tour groups were forced to take them to buy some souvenirs. At that time, before my grandfather traveled, I had to sit at home and brainwash myself first, I didn't buy it, I didn't have any money, so I recited it silently more than a dozen times. Every time, you can escape without having to pay out of pocket. But this requires you to keep your face and have a good attitude. Many of them had a few brushes to deal with this kind of thing. Mom's skin is thinner, but fortunately, when she becomes an adult, that gust of atmosphere has almost passed, and she can be regarded as safe.

But even in such a fast food tour group, the number of times my grandfather has participated is counted on one hand. Mom too.

Very few fast food trips, and it didn't save a few different types of trips. When I was studying, I said that I should concentrate on my studies and not do anything else, and after graduation, I should concentrate on my work and work hard. Young people my mother's age often say that when I'm done with this period, I'll go on a trip. I am often busy with this section, and I start to be busy with the next section, and I dare not rest in the middle. Travel has become a placebo like Wangmei's thirst, it doesn't need to really happen, but it still needs to be mentioned often, and there is hope in life.

My grandfather also said that I always wanted to see where to go. I've always wanted to go here, maybe even for half a lifetime.

Traveling, like the embankment in the river of human growth, everyone who swims hard knows that if you swim further, you can stop at the next embankment, maybe you will not be so tired, you can take a breath. Looking left and right, the dense crowd of people around me are struggling to webp the water like ducklings, and I will suddenly think, if this stop stops, then I will fall. So many people thought that it would be too late for me to rest next time. Everyone webbed forward, as if they didn't see the embankment, and you and I couldn't see either.

So in this way, whether it is a fast food trip or a real trip, it is like a utopia, staying in the imagination. There are very few people who dare to go up the embankment, or the splash is big, and they never look up to see if there is really someone sitting on the shore.

What is the real travel in a mother's heart?

Since you want to stop, rest, and recuperate, then I'm afraid you can't at least run too much, and don't have a team leader to scold where to go first, and then go here, more than five minutes each.

Instead, I went to a completely new place, which I had never seen before, and I was both apprehensive and happy. Take a big breath, and the sweetness of the air is different. Look at the green trees that you have never looked at closely, and listen to the sound of the water in the creek. The old ladies on the side of the road are not the same as those familiar with their hometowns. If people passing by are humming small tunes in a novel tune, it will be better and fresher.

Walking should be slow, stop-and-go. The mind is empty, the future prospects, the mistakes of the past, the struggle and struggle of the present, all washed away, no longer exists, and the journey is in a vacuum.

I also want to sleep longer, and my face should be stretched more. Hair is all loose, wear less, clothes are not bulky and cumbersome, shoes are light, and your steps are casual.

Where to eat, and where to stay? In fact, the meal is simpler, you can eat some local specialties, and the roadside restaurants are also very good. But accommodation is much more troublesome, and travel is discouraged, often because the cost of accommodation is beyond the affordability. If you can choose accommodation freely, your mother's wish is very luxurious. There should be large floor-to-ceiling windows next to the bed, and the window can be a natural view, whether it is a high-rise building, or a viaduct. At night, the windows are hung with jewel-like sparkling nights, and the atmosphere is quiet, lonely, and bustling. It's best to sit on the edge of the bed, drink some wine and shed a few tears.

My mother used to go on a business trip and live in a high-end hotel, and the bathtub was thoughtfully placed by the floor-to-ceiling window. At night, looking at the night scene from afar, the hot water in the bathtub is steaming, and your own world and the outside world seem to become one. Feel yourself enjoying melt in the bathtub.

That's what an imaginary trip looks like. But my mother has never experienced it, and who has been around her, my mother doesn't know.

Even though she had the ideal travel in mind, her mother didn't have the desire to travel like this. Speaking of which, the trip I am most looking forward to has little to do with pure travel. What Mom used to look forward to the most was her honeymoon. It was a trip that the couple spent together after they got married. Although it is also a trip, with my lover, in my mother's imagination, it is not the same thing as the trip I just said. It was a journey of catalysis and sublimation of love.

No longer be constrained by your parents, temporarily let go of the rhythm of young people's struggle, and enjoy love in a new and unfamiliar place. Mom's fantasy honeymoon trip is sweet, clingy, and relaxing. Even in her fantasies, my mother felt as if there was music flowing through the picture. With the person you love, holding hands, unconsciously smiling on your face, you may also be shy to lower your head, but you will happily kiss from time to time. When I think about it, I feel really happy.

The honeymoon can be by the sea or any city with clean roads, so that mom can step into the sand without shoes or walk barefoot on the asphalt. In such a picture, the mother grinned at her lover and smiled willfully, as if she had suddenly become a very free and easy person. In love, the mother may be happy and free-spirited.

Mom and Dad have never traveled alone. We broke up without our honeymoon.