The Background of San Mao's Far Away

I want to go far away, wandering, wandering, drifting with the flow.

Trains and poems run on the tracks.

-Gemma Gorga.

That boat! She drove me far away and brought the distant land to my side.

-Saeki

He sent a postcard from a passing station, happily describing the world that flashed outside the window, as if tearing a long poem that flew away into pieces and throwing it all the way to the forgotten land.

-A hundred years of loneliness

Since I chose the distance, I only care about hardships.

A Wang Guozhen.

The road connects the home and the front, and people wander forward in the road. Since ancient times, human beings have been fond of wandering, not only out of nature, but also out of fate. It is fate that throws people on the road.

-Cao Wenxuan's "Frontline"

People are all ascetics, regardless of each other.

-Cao Wenxuan's "Frontline"

Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away.

Yisanmao

Whether traveling or studying, body and soul must be on the road.

-Roman holiday

Buy a ticket for Zhang Yongjiu and board a never-ending train.

-Garcia Marquez "One Hundred Years of Solitude"

The farther away, the more lonely. Far away, there is nothing but far away.

-Haizi "Far Away"

I rode a good horse, fearless, and flew into the distance. Those who see me know me, and those who know me call me a tramp.

Nietzsche

I wander in this world, just for a poem.

Yilin xingqian

Tired wind, you are like an exiled guest. Do you still have a secret nest in the tree or in the waves?

-Shelley's Wanderers of the World

Don't mountains, lakes and blue sky belong to me and my soul?

Byron's Travels of Childe Harold

The call to start is a kind of longing. I am eager to break through the curtain that surrounds and imprisons us, get out of this familiar and safe circle and see what the outside world is like.

-Gypsy Moonlight

The truly unruly souls actually don't care about anything, because they have the pride of kings in their hearts.

Jack Kerouac's On the Road

Our tattered suitcases are piled on the sidewalk again; We still have a long way to go. But it doesn't matter, the road is life.

-Jack Kerouac, on the way.