我喜欢出发。只是到达了的地方,都属于昨天。哪怕那山再青,那水再秀,那风再温柔。太深的流连便成了一种羁绊,绊住的不仅有双脚,还有未来。怎么能不喜欢出发?没见过大山的巍峨,真是遗憾;见了大山的巍峨没有见过大海的浩瀚,仍然遗憾;见了大海的浩瀚没见过大漠的广袤,依旧遗憾;见 I like to start. Just arrived, all belong to yesterday. Even if the mountain is green, then the water show again, the wind then gentle. Too deep wandering has become a fetter, caught not only with both feet, but also the future. How can I not like starting? Never seen the towering mountains, really regrettable; met the towering mountains have not seen the vast sea, still regrettable; met the vastness of the sea have not seen the vast expanse of the desert, still regrettable; see