从第一次踏上未知的路途开始,我就向往着旅行,喧闹的街巷,我能逢着背了包的悠闲过客,身影移动,我愿意如他一样;安静的书房,我总是停留在有风景的图片旁,想着置身其中,成为画面中的模样;甚至温暖的卧室,我也能听到窗外悦耳的风声,在轻唤着我,去远方。于是,因为向往,再平淡的季节 From the first time I set foot on the unknown road, I was longing for travel, noisy streets and alleys. I could walk around with a bag of passing passengers, figure moving, I would like him; quiet study, I always stay in Next to the pictures of the landscape, I thought of being in the picture. I was even able to hear the pleasant sound of the wind outside the window, even in the warm bedroom. I was beckoning me to the distance. So, because of yearning, the season again