Travel is a part of life.

Wandering in the streets of Copenhagen, savoring the fairy tale kingdom he yearned for, feeling the distance in his population, saying few words with people around him in strange languages, and leaving with a smile like the warm sun. The seemingly fixed time in a small town is both a trip and a life.

Andersen's fairy tales have long been locked at the bottom of the box with the passage of time and memories, but the distant stories have been passed down from generation to generation and preserved by people around them. Life is always very different from fairy tales in the distance, and there are countless similarities.

Walking on the road, the open windows on both sides and people talking from time to time are strikingly similar to the lively scene of the emperor marching in the streets in his new clothes. Come on, praise the prosperous times, how beautiful the emperor's new clothes are. However, he has nothing on! When all lies are disguised as truth and taken away under the cover of social curtain, the weak voice of reality will pull you back to the original normal world. The colorful flags on both sides of the street seem to keep telling this joke, implying that it has something to do with me and telling me to treat strangers and things fairly with a straight and spotless heart. If you think so, travel adds more meaning to life.

Wandering in the middle of the road, there is a shadow at the corner. Is the little match girl still crying there? Just like the stronger the light, the darker the shadow. The little girl was buried in the dark corner behind the glitz and followed her mother to a distant paradise. I wish I could give her a piece of warmth. The existence of loneliness and helplessness always makes me deeply moved. She is not insignificant to me. Even though she has gone, there are still many dark corners waiting for us to take care of. At this point of travel, the purpose of life is not only to find happiness for yourself, but also to pursue a life of "smiling while protecting the world from poverty".

Finally, at the end of the road, endless waves beat against the solid coast and even hit the heart of the little mermaid standing here. Give up, just stare at the seaside, can you think about whether the pain of walking on the blade is worth it? That can only be the back of the bubble, only the love with qualitative change, and the great story with never a happy ending. You must be very tired if you persist for too long, but there is always a loyalty to hope in your heart. Little mermaid, I wish you happiness. I know this man's story is as painful as stabbing a needle in my heart, but there are always too many different choices in life. Maybe seeing your persistence, there will be more beautiful fairy tales in life.