In the distance is the Sahara Desert that Sanmao yearns for in his dream, wandering from place to place on the back of the wind.
The distance is a place where you can temporarily forget all your worries. When you walk in the snow, you can see the rime when you look up, and hear the crunching sound of snow boots on the white snow when you look down. The white snow blends into one, and there is only you in the vast land.
The distance is a place where you can touch stories. Standing on top of the ancient city wall and touching the mottled traces on the blue bricks, they seem to be telling distant stories, just like the pulse sound transmitted from thousands of years ago. There was only surprise and admiration left in my heart. Walking in a strange city, watching people coming and going, watching its fireworks, and savoring the charm of the city.
The distance is a place where you can meet by chance, maybe an old man sitting on a bamboo chair in an ancient alley, playing the erhu with his eyes closed, and maybe there is a cat lazily basking in the sun at his feet. Maybe they were passers-by at the foot of the mountain. We felt like old friends at the first sight and walked together, laughing and laughing along the way. There was still a bit of reluctance when we parted. Maybe they are the owners of small hotels. They use dreams as horses, are innocent and cute, enthusiastically guide and treat each other with love.
Some people say that traveling far away is actually going from a place where you are tired of staying to a place where others are tired of staying. It is a completely unfamiliar environment, full of freshness, and people will become extremely sensitive and delicate. If you are used to seeing busy traffic, you will be as excited as a child when encountering rivers and waterfalls. If you have listened to too much radio waves, you will be fascinated by the chirping of birds in twos and threes.
Everyone is eager to escape from the monotonous life day after day, so the distance has become a sustenance in life and a door to another parallel world. I always think about it. Go to a distant place to experience the lives of others, and in our eyes, others will also envy the life here. Those who guard the mountains want to see the sea, those who guard the sea want to see the prairie, those who guard the prairie want to see the city, and those who guard the city want to see the mountains. Therefore, there are always a large group of people carrying their bags and walking on the road. After seeing the clouds and birds in the distance, they return to their warm nests with full body tiredness.
Because there are too many uncertainties and contingency that fascinate people. That illusory and real feeling seems to be only found in the distance. Or maybe the distance is just a distance imagined by us. We love it. Go to that imaginary distant place.
But more often than not, we cannot go to distant places. In our eyes, mountains always appear to be mountains when viewed from a distance, but they are not mountains when viewed up close. In fact, the numb heart covers the nearby mountains. The heart is covered with a layer of dust, and you live day after day without the curiosity to try and discover new things. In fact, even the distance cannot save you from this state. There must always be strength and delicacy in the heart that can be continuously pursued. Only by being as sensitive as the tentacles of an octopus can we detect the subtle differences in life and make today and tomorrow live differently.
Passing by the gate of the community, I saw unknown white flowers blooming quietly, and the orange tree at my uncle’s house was covered with attractive fruits one after another. I watched the petunias creeping up the eaves, watching the raindrops falling like beads on the windows, bit by bit like strings of years, and watching the shadows left behind by the grandfather and grandson returning home hand in hand on the street when the lights were first lit.
In fact, the distance is different for everyone at every stage. When I was a child, the distance was my parents, and I missed them day and night. When I grow up, the distance is the city, and I long to embrace that bustling city; Now there are mountains, water, and cities in the distance. I want to explore those places with deep stories. When I get old, the distance may be my hometown. I want to have a house under the mountain, like Phoenix Mountain. I can It is enough to easily climb up to watch the sunrise and enjoy the breeze.