You have walked a long way alone, right?

The road ahead is long, and some roads must be walked alone.

Because no one can always be with you, you must persevere until the end alone.

But don’t be afraid, you are not the only one who has traveled a long way. There are always people living the same life as you in this world.

Everyone says that April is relatively boring, while May is suitable for working harder. I won’t tell you when to work harder, I just hope that when you read this article, it will give you a little bit of excitement.

After all, this is an article that I wrote, deleted, and took a long time to complete. Of course, some words and pictures may not be relevant, and there will be no logic before and after the article. I hope you can understand this.

But there is no doubt that all the pictures and texts in it are closely connected with the theme.

Therefore, it is recommended that you collect it first. When you feel that you can't walk alone, or when it is dead of night, you may be able to get some comfort and laughter here.

This is my original intention.

On the night before the May Day holiday, Xiao Mu came to me to complain: He had obviously arranged to go to Hangzhou with his friends, but in the end he was the only one left. It was already summer, but he was alone on the train. , it feels cool from the inside out.

I am the most "qualified" to empathize with this experience. I have made appointments with many people to travel together and pursue the so-called distance. In fact, to put it bluntly, I am afraid of facing the unknown alone. However, every time in the few days before leaving, I am the only one left. Later, I simply learned to go on the road alone and learned to bear the loneliness of being alone on the journey. Finally, I lived the way I wanted to on the road.

That night she posted a message on Moments saying: No matter what happens later, there are some roads that you have to walk alone, and there are some scenery that you have to learn to appreciate alone.

I commented below: On the road of growth, I will eventually understand that in fact, some roads can only be walked alone. Those who have invited people to accompany them will spend the rainy season and the years together, but one day they will eventually be separated at a certain ferry.

Once, I talked about my writing situation in the group. At that time, I wrote about a thousand words every day. One girl said that she also wanted to keep writing for a month to challenge herself.

I thought she was just talking. After all, there are many people who speak loudly in this era, so naturally I didn’t take it to heart. But I didn’t expect that the next night she sent me her first article, with a word count of 1090, about herself and poetry.

She said: Poetry is about one's loneliness, even if it is difficult to express one's heart in just a few words, in poetic words, everything will no longer be so strange and complicated.

At that moment, I suddenly felt how valuable it was to be able to discover something that I really like after traveling on this network for so long.

I can understand her flipping through the book's table of contents page by page, reading page after page of beautiful verses, her hopes are filled with the poet's unique sadness, and there is endless confusion in her sadness. Although I have never met the poet, I have a similar spiritual feeling.

So, even if there is only one person at this time, even if one person has walked a long, long way, what does it matter?

Last summer, I took the Sichuan-Tibet line and stayed in Chengdu for half a month.

Master Bao said, since you are all in Chengdu, let’s go for a walk on Yulin Road. Besides, you like Zhao Lei so much, it would be a pity not to go.

We finished the skewers, held the remaining beer in our hands, and walked at the end of Yulin Road to the door of the tavern. There were a lot of people outside, and it was overwhelming. Mr. Bao and I didn't like crowding, so we simply sat down on the road opposite the tavern and chatted. We could also drink and watch the bustling travelers in the tavern.

At that time, Lei Zi's "Ideal" happened to be playing at the door of the tavern. Every word and every word, the thin air and the neon lights filling the streets were enough to make people question themselves.

I asked Mr. Bao, what is it like to pursue a dream alone for three years?

He said that there is the feeling of staying up late and struggling but feeling tired but with a sense of accomplishment, and there is the feeling of staying up late at night, listening to music and drinking coffee. The romance of the writing project, as well as the loss and helplessness when facing it alone...

We were silent to each other and did not speak, but the song remained the same: living alone in this city, in order to fill the gap When your stomach is full and you are exhausted, there is no need to talk about ideals. That is our sweet dream. After waking up from the dream, we are still running on the windy and rainy streets. Sometimes when we want to cry, we hide our tears in our chests full of blood...

You said, we are again Where should I bury this youth who is not afraid of pain? But you have to keep walking even if it rains.

I hope you can be brilliant every day on the road to pursuing your dreams and have no regrets every day.

Dameng, you know, I used to be just a snail, carrying a thick shell on my back every day, dreaming of my own dreams in other people's world. This is the most inspiring story I heard last October.

Miaomiao resigned from a state-owned enterprise and went to Nepal to become a coveted volunteer. She said the money was gone and I could make more when I came back. But if I don’t go now, I’m afraid I won’t have the courage by then.

I think of myself. I used to always look for that white wall deep in my memory, and then carve out green and flamboyant lines of poetry.

I told her that I had always been a snail, a slow crawler. The only difference is that now I am in my own world and dreaming my own dreams.

Of course, she is too, dreaming her own dreams in her own world.

In fact, living in other people's world, apart from envy, the rest is still lonely. As time goes by, I feel more and more powerless.

What I want to say is that you can try to like a person's loneliness, in the early morning or at dusk, quietly carving a promise in the foundation of the years, like a flower, a face that is not a flower, and stirs away from life.

Miss Atu told me her story.

She likes to count the days, especially the important days in her life. During the days when they were together less and separated more, the important days gradually became lighter and faded in her life. Because she knew that for her, getting together was the most important day in her life, even if the two of them were in the same city.

But later, she had no expectations because there was no future.

She thought that people should learn to forget and forget those happy days for others, because sometimes those days will only bring harm to themselves.

In fact, perhaps when the important person in your life is by your side, all you can feel is a touch of warmth, which is no more significant than a cup of hot tea.

But when you lose it, you feel that the whole world is instantly deserted.

Therefore, cherish it when you have it. Take nothing for granted, including the simplest good morning and good night.

In this way, even when you are facing life alone, the corners of your mouth will rise when you think of the time we had together.

Some time ago, I watched "A Pilgrimage of One Person" again: Harold, starting out alone, to two people and a dog, to a massive "Pilgrimage Group", and finally to He is still alone.

The road of life can only be walked alone. This is my biggest feeling after reading this book.

This reminds me of Xiaoni, who is also a "pilgrim".

A few years ago, I met her. In the vast wilderness of the northwest, the sun was scorching the earth, giving people the illusion of suffocation every few steps they took.

She said that she wanted to re-walk the "Xuan Zang Road", find the inner truth on the road, and forget about her past self.

A person...ah? I was shocked at that time. Where did a girl get the courage to embark on an unknown journey alone?

In this way, won't you feel lonely? I still have a lot of questions

Traveling alone is one of the best ways to burst out wisdom. She took a sip of water, looked westward with determination and solidity, and waved goodbye to me.

Later, I heard others talking about her at the youth hostel in Lhasa, and by that time she had already left for India.

That evening, I stood in the square of Jokhang Temple, watching thousands of pilgrims worshiping, but in front of me was Xiaoni’s figure standing in front of Nalanda Temple. With her hands clasped together, she finally found what she was looking for. truth, and let go of the past.

Sometimes, we are reluctant to give up, not to retreat, but to wave goodbye to the few people who are most like us, and then go on our own path again, looking forward to the next one who is very similar to us. When people meet, only their backs remain.

In fact, no man is an island, but you have to learn to go ashore by yourself.