我喜欢旅行,尤其喜欢独自旅行,不是为逃避这喧嚣的世界,是因为,在路上,可以找到最平凡质朴却别样的感动,可以寻觅最张扬恣肆的自己。乍暖还寒的初春,小草从泥土中探出头来,大地一片新绿。柳树冒出鹅黄的芽儿,丝丝缕缕的阳光穿过柳枝间的缝隙,在地上投射出一片片光斑。光和影交错重叠,编织出专属于大自然的纹路。阳光落在新生的嫩叶上,把叶的脉络刻画得更加清晰,循着那些脉络,我仿佛看到了自然之息在流淌。我伸出 I like to travel, especially like to travel alone, not to escape the hustle and bustle of the world, because on the road, you can find the most ordinary simple but different kind of move, you can look for the most unbridled himself. At the beginning of spring, the grass stuck its head in the soil and the earth was a new green. Willow emerge yellow buds, fisheyes of sunlight through the gap between willow branches, cast a patch of light spot on the ground. Light and shadow staggered overlap, woven out of lines dedicated to nature. The sun fell on the newborn leaves, the leaves of the context described more clearly, follow those context, I seem to see the natural interest in the flowing. I stretched out