远方的朋友从路途上寄来一张明信片,明信片上只写了三个字:在路上。 虽然寥寥数字,已看见了朋友那一贯渴望壮游、拒绝平庸、不贪图安逸的心态,也看见了他怀揣着一张已经揉得很破皱的地图,背着行囊,远离市井的嘈杂和喧嚣,一个人羁旅异乡在路上孤独的身影。 不知已攀登过多少险峻的山峦,不知已蹚过多少湍急的河流,或许已经经历过无数次的失败,或许走了很远,又回到了原来的地方。或许曾有过瞬间,面对前面的漫漫路途,不愿再向前走,但是,当新的一天的太阳从地平线上升起,已忘记昨 A friend from afar sent a postcard, postcard only wrote three words: on the road. Although only a few figures have seen a friend who has always been keen on expeditions, refusing mediocrity and not seeking peace of mind, he also saw him carrying a very crumpled map, carrying luggage and away from the noisy and noisy streets , A person traveling in a foreign land alone on the road figure. I do not know how many steep mountains have climbed, I do not know how many fast-moving rivers, may have experienced numerous failures, may go a long way back to the original place. Perhaps there have been moments, in front of the long road, do not want to go forward, but when the new day the sun rises from the horizon, have forgotten yesterday