There is a travel, called silent

Recently, many things suddenly stacked together, the whole feeling tired, tired to numbness. If the whole body numb okay, but the worst part of it is numb. If you are numb all the time, also good, but actually like the TV network step by step, the intermediate race against time to insert advertising. The most sad is that advertising is their insertion can not seem to delete. This feeling of happiness or frustration?
Someone once said: want to travel away from home to achieve the aspirations of youth.For me, sometimes the desire for travel is to experience voice of the soul, full steam ahead like a quiet cry. Recently, in particular, to a person in a strange place, walk, you can enjoy a daze, give yourself a sufficient space and time, do not do anything, do not need to take anything.
(A)
Always loved the feeling of the road. Chance of a lens, a mind transaction, can be a beautiful success. Thinking about a long walk to the place of the mind, only some of flying through a dream, really beautiful, beautiful. Outside the mobile landscape, the mind is the flow of the landscape, there should be and the, sometimes with separation, but a fantasy one, they drop a little sense, it is a spiritual immersion, immersion quiet and ecstasy .
The road is silent, but never feel bored all the time and space is full, leaving his own. Like standing on a corner, watching the ancient building, the next tick in the rain, played through the history of the charm. Like watching the sunset sky, long, long time, and felt a splendid vagaries of the atmosphere, and some Zen. Emotion and looked like a desolate stretch of the trees, reading its story, its ups and downs, a distant, a longing, to the distant winding of the extension of extension. . .
This is a trip, a trip away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world. This is a spiritual immersion, a self-close look. In the journey through thoughts and feelings, is a nature of the publicity and release.
(B)
One day, somewhere one kind of fate began to travel, soul trembled, but do not know for what? Full of dough and the feeling of moisture beating heart, so much of a life color, but also an extra music.
Bubbling flow of springs silence, from life itself for many years the understanding of deposition, but also from the heart are not sure of the destination. In jis journey, do not want to leave does not mean that will not leave. Want to say this, but based in the heart.Stubborn silence, a voice, mind can not resolve the songs. Self-silence, is a color, the color of the mind can not be washed.
Sometimes feel the sky is pale, the earth is lonely, rain is desolate, fallen leaves are misty.Exposure to one person, feelings of regret and grievances. Always believe that silence is a kind of love, a watch. But also acknowledged that silence is more of a frustration, an escape, a moderate, and moderate in a self-stubborn. Only a deep sigh immersed in a dream, tells a truth: moderate never be perfect, and some just too much hypocrisy, or too many defects.
Once thought that travel only a spiritual enjoyment, came after many, just understand, come to care about travel, I feel nothing in respect of only one kind, a distinct feeling empty, but not touch, bringing biting ice cold.
Some people say: Wei mountain silence is a moth, clear water is a silent spirit. When you love something, you will understand that silence is an appreciation of the extreme, language and feeling weak compared to how the language is a constraint, can not describe long-distance travel in Xinyu.
So, let mind quiet, still dreams at midnight when the heart is tender. So, let your heart filled with blessings, drift into a lingering and warm air in the endless love of years, can still believe in themselves.