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In today's era of lack of concentration, being able to persist in one thing for a year, a month, a week or even a day has become a luxury. However, the backpacker Xiaopeng has been traveling for 20 years. No matter how many doubts he faced, he never stopped. In 2001, Xiaopeng started an official backpacking trip from Tianjin with a hard seat to Yangshuo; in 2020, the planned New Year's Eve trip to Ushuaia, the end of the world, was scrapped due to visa issues, so instead he squeezed into the crowds in Times Square in New York waiting for the New Year's countdown. The 20 years since Xiaopeng's backpack has been marked by great changes in the times. We have gone from traveling with work units to group travel to self-guided travel to backpacking, hitchhiking and self-driving travel, from budget travel to luxury travel, from peripheral travel to domestic travel to overseas travel and even around the world. Travel has also gone from niche to trendy to peak to ordinary day-to-day. What has changed is the world, but what remains unchanged is Xiaopeng's determination to just do what he likes. Although this book is called "Twenty Years of Backpacking", it is actually a sequel to "Ten Years of Backpacking". The two books taken together are a complete record of Xiaopeng's twenty-year journey. Like "Ten Years of Backpacking", this book still adopts the chronological structure, AB paragraph format. It not only contains the touching details of the place at that time during the journey, the beauty and evil of human nature, the coldness and warmth of human relationships, but also looks back from today to the past, those assurances from overlooking, the relaxation after walking, the tranquility when looking from a distance, and the sincere and simple words, leaving extremely precious personal footnotes for this era of great changes.

"Travel is the only solemn thing I have done in these ten years. Every inch of the road I take is brand new. I have no shame or regret!" - Xiaopeng This is a sharing of a ten-year backpacking journey, and it is also the dream declaration of a lonely fanatic. In 2001, there were exactly ten days of free time between the thesis defense and the graduation ceremony. After Xiaopeng's defense, he returned to the dormitory and borrowed a 70-liter backpack from a Korean classmate. In order to increase his sense of security, he nervously stuffed a Swiss Army knife into it. That day, he took the southbound train from Tianjin to Guilin, with hard seats available 24 hours a day, and then transferred to a minibus to reach the first stop of his ten-year journey: Yangshuo. This begins the story of backpacker Xiaopeng. In the past ten years, Xiaopeng has not done anything too serious, except traveling - this is the only thing he takes seriously in his life. Between the latitude and longitude, he used his unique travel method to stuff half of the world into his backpack. In the past ten years, I have worked in different jobs, slept in different beds, met different faces, seen different scenery, and listened to different languages. In the past ten years, I have been happy, lonely, proud, frustrated, passionate, sad, in tears, excited and ecstatic, and disheartened. If youth is a magnificent poem, Xiaopeng spent ten years making every word in this poem full of strokes. In 2010, seven years later, Xiaopeng returned to Lijiang and stayed in an inn. At night, he saw several young people carrying big bags and wiping their sweat while looking for a place to stay. He seemed to see his former self.

Chen Xiaoxia regretted it. Behind her, Mai Wenli was drawing renderings in front of her workbench. When the pen fell on the paper, it made a "swish-swish" sound. To Chen Xiaoxia, the sound seemed to be venting the happiness and pride after the conspiracy was successful, and it exuded a sinister atmosphere. But she couldn't fight back. Sir Zhou made it clear that market research is a compulsory course for designers. Since everyone has to take this course, why do you say that others are deliberately trying to trick you? How can you yell at Sir Zhou: I know, you are clearing the way for that yellow-faced woman! A high-status reason is the strongest shield, leaving you with no way to fight back and nowhere to vent your anger. Chen Xiaoxia held her chin with both hands and stared at the graceful orchid with green leaves on the window sill.