There must be at least two impulses in one's life, one for desperate love, and one for travel that just said it. Although I have passed the age of youth and frivolous, but I can pat my chestSaid with no regrets proudly: I did not live up to my youth.
Traveling has no end or goal. Traveling is just to feel the alternation of the city and the difference in life. Use the camera to record every touch of the journey, and record every passing hope. When the sun sets, sitting in a rocking chair, reading every moment, reviewing every scene, sighing, life is over.