异域是一枚饱满的水果,挂在远方的枝头。由于距离的美感和陌生的新鲜,异域充满了无限的诱惑。我急切地渴望到达异域,我想吃掉这枚水果。我爱着异域,爱着还没有脚印参与、没有灰尘打扰的一片陌生的新天地。就像爱着一段隔着某种距离的爱情,没有烟火气息,没有世俗生活的参与,因此不被物欲破坏、玷污和浸染。我爱着异域,厌倦着身边熟悉的生活,这灰尘不断落下来的重复枯燥、支离破碎、颓败不堪的生活。我常常想摆脱它的束缚,逃离熟悉的场景,而我也只能是短 Exotic is a full fruit, hanging in the distant branches. Due to the beauty of distance and strange fresh, exotic full of infinite temptation. I am eager to reach the exotic, I want to eat this fruit. I love exoticism, love is not involved in footprints, no dust to disturb a strange new world. It is as if you love a love that is some distance apart, you do not have a smoke of fireworks, you do not have the participation of secular life, and you are not destroyed, defiled, and contaminated by material desires. I love the exotic, tired of the familiar life around, the constant decline of the dust boring, fragmented, decadent life. I often want to get rid of its shackles, to escape the familiar scene, and I can only be short