Wandering Heart

In a few days, I will give up all the comfort and food and clothing in my home, as well as those love, hate and sorrow, with my empty luggage and backpack on my shoulder, and say goodbye to my relatives and friends again, leave the hot land of my hometown where I was born and raised, fly to a foreign country, walk into the deep desert, and walk into the hurried stream of people. There is no magnificence at the end of the world, only sorrow. Wandering in the world, there is no flowing clouds, only difficulties and frustrations. After experiencing the people who go abroad, many truths and nothingness in the world, and the ups and downs, I can feel the world’s broadness, my own insignificance, the lingering affection of family affection and the precious friendship, the value of life. All these made I am nostalgia and unforgettable. Wandering in a foreign land, although no one will remember me, I will remember the sweat paid by my Wandering footprints. It changed my thinking and life. This is a halo in my life and a symphony in my life, which will shine forever in my life. I typed the keyboard with flying words to write Wandering footprints, leaving a mark of memory. I walked into the ever-changing streets and lanes in a foreign country, and read a lot of different kinds of life and society from different eyes. I thoroughly cut through the scorching and cruel nature of this world through a window. In this capital Society, all the colorful lights decorate the beauty and ugliness of the night, and every man and woman who pay as much as me are drunk in the intoxicating colors, and each other gives their dreams and pursuits to the wind, I gave it to the wisps of fragrant air, and heard a lot of little-known sayings and activities as well as those good and evil packaged in colorful colors in the sound of footsteps. How much you want to go, all of them turn into a feast of wine and laughter. How amazing, sigh in the back of tall buildings. Everything is not what we can completely expect. The truth, goodness, beauty and ugliness of this society are deeply engraved in different situations. When I picked up the pieces of shredded paper falling down on the street, I raised my hands again and raised the colorful colors of the world one after another. Advise you to drink a glass of wine, and go out of Yangguan to have no old friends. My heart was trembling, tears wet my eyes and the land. When I wandered around the world, I found myself old! Without so many dreams, and without so many desires and romance. Now I just want to take every step under my feet steadily and accumulate my final dream. Maybe the romantic ending is wandering, maybe the wandering ending is romantic, which is actually a kind of maturity? Or is it a kind of sadness? Unclear, unclear

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