The original author of the essay "Life Needs a Travel" is Liu Zhenya, a coastal local tax in Yancheng.

The noisy city, the rhythm repeated every day, is still lonely even though countless people slip away from it every day. Make it at sunrise and rest at sunset, enriching the room, but busy losing yourself. It's like I lost a curly word, which means I lost myself. In order to find that important number, we can only keep looking.

At the seaside in the morning, the sun shines through the clouds and gives off a faint light. The breeze caresses the face, accompanied by sunshine, bringing soft warmth. It is refreshing to hear the moving songs of several seagulls from time to time.

As time goes by, there are more and more people at the seaside, sitting on the gravel beach with their knees in their hands and wearing headphones, immersed in the noise of one person.

Looking at the past sea is not endless, and the newly-built cross-sea bridge spans the sea level. With more and more construction, beautiful scenery in the past has always been decorated with some artificial foil. But the feeling remains the same, and the sea still opens her broad mind to meet every ebb and flow. From the moment I first saw the sea when I was born, it lasted for ten years. After ten years, it has never changed until now. So I want to catch my shadow from here.

Time flies, like a tireless leading athlete, taking me flying on the runway of time. Flying, I gradually lost my dream, lost my simplicity and lost my thoughts every day. Finally, I completely lost myself and lost myself. Unconsciously, the third decade will come in two years. In addition to the body, I suddenly feel that everything is not my own. It's like you can't control yourself No emotion, no time, no personality, even no words. I remember telling others that I am like a machine now, spinning day and night, doing what I want to do every day like a programmed program. Just press the button gently and start to follow the rules. Copy and paste daily life.

I remember when I was a child, I often thought about the life on my lips or the life on the lips of my peers around me. But with the passage of time and the growth of age, the meaning words spoken from the mouth are not thinking, but meaning. Yes, life is meaningless. I remember someone saying that people don't live for themselves and have no right to live for themselves. I mean, who do you want to live for? It doesn't matter if you are selfish or not. You can only live by yourself. You can't be the protagonist in anyone's life. Life is your own, your body is your own, and everything depends on yourself. Is it so fragmented that you don't even have the right to be selfish or even live for yourself? Losing meaning is like losing your soul. It looks full, but when you cut open the skin, it's empty. Many people can't even find the meaning of life, but they always like to judge others. As a result, people are saying hypocritical things in front of them, saying great truths and meanings that they can't even understand. Everyone's stage is different, everyone's role is different, everyone's play is different, so everyone's experience is different. I have always believed that there is no right to speak without experience. Because everything you say and comment on is just based on what you think.

It's been a long time since I sat quietly by the sea and looked at the distance. I pursue this free life. I have always hidden my longing for life in my heart, a small nest, a home full of colorful flowers, and a kitten that accompanied me since childhood. In addition to busy work every day, coming home can make you live in the first person. I can read my favorite books, play the piano and write articles every day, and take my kitten for a walk in the yard after dinner. On weekends, you can snuggle up against an old tree on the mountain and look into the distance. You can also sit by the sea and watch the sea level with headphones. I am intoxicated with this simple but luxurious life.

Suddenly, the splash of a stone falling into the water pulled me back from my beautiful imagination to reality. It turns out that many people are coming one after another unconsciously. Men, women and children, all kinds of people. I really envy them, whether after work, or young people who haven't worked yet, or students who have just taken the college entrance examination. At the very least, besides the necessary time, there are many things that you can control by yourself. I can't help feeling a little jealous.

I don't want to talk about time with money, but with my family. Because it seems to me to be a fallacy. Do you want to spend all your time on survival if you have no money and can't fight for your father's children? So what is the meaning of living? What is the meaning of life? I remember reading such a passage on the internet, which was said to the students who just finished the college entrance examination: you will understand in four years. Your efforts today are basically useless. What determines your fate is not knowledge and culture, but mainly your parents, looks, and whether your house is to be demolished ... It seems like a joke, but it can't help but make people think deeply. I yearn for freedom when I grow up, but I don't know that I won't change when I grow up, and I have another shackle.

With the thoughts fluttering, the sun has risen to the top of the sky unconsciously. The waves in the distance are still hitting the rocks, and the people around them are gradually surging. Stand up, raise your arms and take a greedy breath. Go downtown. Along the way, many people, whether professional or non-professional, hold different photographic equipment every day and record different "landscapes" of the city. In Andy. In Andrews' Go to Heaven and Go to Hell, there is a saying: "Life without travel can only be called survival. There must be at least two impulses in a person's life, once for desperate love and once for travel. " I remember when I first saw this passage, I was inspired. I don't need the kind of trip mentioned in it. You can follow your heart, no matter how far or near, no matter what the scenery is along the way. Life needs to be crazy several times, starting from your own heart and following the trend, no matter what the result is.

Among them, I met an old man who was writing on Lishi Road with a big brush and water. Go up and talk to the old man. He told me that he hasn't been to school for several years, but writing and reading are not contradictory. 16 years old, entered the factory and retired as soon as he worked. But the only love of writing that has not been erased by work has always been with him. As long as he has time, he will write with a pen. Since retirement, he will come to the fountain alone and write with his own brush. He is not only writing, but also writing about life. Finally, I bid farewell to the old man. With his love for calligraphy and life, I sincerely wish him a healthy life.

Suddenly, Wang Feng's voice came from a distance.

"How many people walk but get stuck in the same place?

How many people live as if they were dead?

How many people love each other, but they seem to be separated?

How many people are smiling with tears in their eyes?

Who knows where we should go?

Who knows what life has become?

Is it an excuse to continue living?

Or fly high and stay angry

……"

I have never rejected his songs. On the contrary, I feel that his music is very close to the present life and resonates with people living in every city. Seeing the center of the city, facing the neon of the city, facing the traffic on the road, facing the endless stream of people, people with fast rhythm and tension can't stop breathing. Face-to-face shop glass reflects itself. Come closer, come closer … until you stand there face to face with him. Ask him sincerely: Is life what you want now? As the song goes, who knows what life has become?

Suddenly, my mind was still. Fame and fortune are not what you want. Maybe all you want is the kind of trip that you just leave. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale again ... Repeat, and try to calm yourself down in reality. I lost that important apostrophe. It was really me. In the future, we should keep a complete word "I" to live and survive. Don't lose yourself. The meaning of life may not be fully understood. But on the road of life, grasp those moments of travel that can be said to leave.