It is a book about "on the road" written by Sam.
Quiet words, quiet pictures, from Shanghai to Beijing, from Japan to Germany... This road keeps spreading.
The words written on the road always have a different flavor, either full of longing or soaked in loneliness.
He thought that escaping from a city would heal an injury; he thought that by going to her city, he could feel her tenderness again.
He thought that walking stubbornly would lead to happiness.
But later, everything was filtered out, and it turned out that "on the road" was just for the sake of being on the road.
This is a repost because it looks good, so I want to repost it for everyone in Jinjiang to see.