Some time earlier, I will see a sentence now and then--”To read or to travel, always make your body and mind walk on a road,” When I read this for the first time, I thought it was quite right, and I had some feelings.

1. Some time earlier, I will see a sentence now and then--”To read or to travel, always make your
body and mind walk on a road,” When I read this for the first time, I thought it was quite right,
and I had some feelings. Now I think I should spend some time reading no matter how busy I am,
once I have a long enough summer vocation, I should go to travel. Just as I am thinking, movielike scenes flash in my mind--one or two people, wearing backpacks, sitting on a rushing train,
and there are the warm and shiny sunlights outside, the background is the clear blue sky. And there
is also the clean air, then you just put everything into the nature, be one part of it, and enjoy the
travel. Wherever I travel, I take videos to memorize the trip. Feel all the relaxing things by my
heart--wow, what a beautiful and poetic scene it is!
And this is the first meaning of travel to me.
I can even dream more-About mountains. I walk with my tired body and heavy paces, travel along the rugged roads, crawl
slowly just to see the running down waterfalls and the gurgling streams in the mountain creeks, or
maybe I will even be surprised by some plants that I have never seen before. Then I climb hard to
the top, watch the magnificent sunrise at it, look down at all the stretching mountains, feel the
magnificence of nature, and feel my gradually widened mind.
About sea. Sea is always the most beautiful place in my mind. The blue water, white spindrifts,
docile but brave sea birds, soft beach, and some shells. As what I describe, I never think those
yellow ones with sands and dirts are seas. As I’m imagining, I roll up my pants, step on the soft
beach with bare feet. I go close to the sea step by step, facing the boundless and deep sea. Then I
close my eyes, stretch out my hands to hug her, feel her-- the gentle sea winds, breathing the
slightly salty air near the sea.
About prairie. “Green, wild and vast prairie, wind-swept pastures of cows and sheep” All I see are
green. The green grass dances with the wind, like flowing waves moving up and down. The cows
and sheep are like spindrifts, moving with the fluctuating grass waves. Feel the green world and
all the beauty by your heart, and be a part of it.
I want to end with this poetry.
Grass is growing the seeds,
Wind is blowing the leaves,
We stand without ever talking,
And the world is such pretty