写给旅行的我
To me, who has been traveling for seven years:
You're in a state of being, you've got so much survival knowledge and survival skills in the wild,
That's great!
After contact with a lot of people, I can clearly feel that I have made progress, without those vanity flaunting and pomp on form, but my mood will still have ups and downs and mania.
Once again, I set myself in a state of drifting, saying goodbye to the hustle and bustle, and staying away from the past.
Looks like I'm under seven.
Be kind to anyone, because it's childish.
All food must be cherished as delicacies, even a piece of rotten leaves, because tomorrow there may not be even this.
Have not eaten delicious food, have not seen luxury brands of clothing and supplies, do not know how to use,
Because I'm under seven!
Don't say love me, because I am only seven years old, do not have the qualification to be loved, you run to be rich, I run to be poor, direction is different! There is nothing but a bicycle that looks like life and a big bag of waterproof plastic bags, which are not rare in the world.
You have to settle down quietly, and you want to speed up your pace, just for that promise: find yourself.
The four seasons in a year, a set of clothes, a thin, can't get thin, sleeping bags and a sleeping mat, there is no house not see a person of extraordinary powers curtilage, can carry only tents, where there is my home is there, grizzled troubadour, look around, just want to find a "quiet" place!
The hat pulled low, quietly hide in the corner, you don't like thinking about my dreams, my doubts, might cry, don't know why, always feel that why just out of the noisy environment, that is grateful tears,
Out of control!
I met you in the street, in the border "west", give me warm, let me not cold, but I can not take anything to thank you, only pray, is specially for you! With my wheels, I cast them all the way to the end, until the gods of heaven could hear me, until my life was over.
No matter how poor or miserable I am, I have to insist on my cleanliness. It has nothing to do with the environment. That's all I have left unchanged.
Less than the age of seven, I walked through the road in one hundred, many people feel cynical and smart, you like don't say, because it is a kind of incentive, a spur, a push, can get the courage, if the process of refining can let a person regret, that is the taste of humiliation, precipitation is more can let the soul back,
That's all I thank you for!
The road has to continue to walk, the wheel has to keep turning, I gradually grow up, if I did something wrong that day, it must not be my intention, do not blame me,
Because I'm under seven!
写给已经旅行了七年的我：
你已经进入了状态，还有了这么多的求生知识和野外生存本领，
这真的很棒！
再和很多人的接触以后，能明显感觉出来自己进步了，少了那些虚荣的炫耀和形态上的浮夸，但情绪还是会有起伏和狂躁。
再次把自己定位在漂泊的状态，彻底的告别喧嚣，远离从前，
似乎我才七岁不到。
对任何人都得友善，因为那是童真。
对所有食物都得如山珍海味般的珍惜，哪怕是一片烂的菜叶，因为明天可能连这都没有。
没吃过美味佳肴，没见过高档名牌的衣物和用品，更不懂得使用，
因为我才七岁不到！
别说爱我，因为我才七岁不到，没有被爱的资格，你奔富裕，我奔贫穷，方向不同！没有所有的东西，只有一辆视如生命的自行车和大包防雨的朔料袋，这些都是世人不稀罕的。
得安静的沉淀自己，又想着加快步伐，只为那一句承诺：找到自己。
一年的四个季节，一套衣服，一个薄的不能再薄的睡袋和一个睡垫，没有房屋不见豪宅，能驮动的只能是帐篷，哪里有我哪里就是家，浪迹天涯，云游四海，就想找个“安静”的地方！
把帽檐拉低，静静的躲在你不喜欢的那个角落，想着我的梦想，我的疑惑，可能会哭，不知道为什么，总觉得为啥才走出这嘈杂的环境，那是庆幸的泪水，
不能控制！
走街串巷我遇见了你，在国界以“西”，给我温暖，让我不冷，可我拿不出任何东西去谢你，唯有祈祷，是专门为你的！随着我的车轮，撒了一路，直到那尽头，直到天上的神灵都能听见，直到我的生命结束。
再贫穷再苦难我都得坚持自己的洁癖，这和环境没有关系，它能让我的生活依旧有序，能让自己的身体不垮！这还是我仅有的没变。
七岁不到的年龄，我走过了很多人百年的路，能感受到冷嘲热讽和你喜欢的聪明，不说，是因为那是一种激励，一种鞭策，一种催促，能换来勇气，如果精炼的过程能让一个人醒悟，那被屈辱的滋味一次，就更加能让灵魂沉淀百回，
就这我最谢你！
路还得继续的走，车轮还得不停的转，我渐渐的在长大，那天如果做错了什么，那一定不是我的故意，不责怪我，
因为我才七岁不到！
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