Travel Ledger

She is a girl who has been trapped in a cubicle for eight years. She often looks through the travel diaries of her colleagues - some people fell into sand pits while watching stars in the desert, and some people got lost after chasing the aurora in Iceland. Each page is like flapping small wings. The day she saved enough for her annual leave, she finally booked a one-way ticket to Yunnan. Walking alone in the ancient city of Dali, she saw an old woman selling flowers giving breakfast to stray cats; sitting by the Erhai Lake, the wind blew her hair and she felt the freedom she had never experienced before. She took out her notebook and wrote on the first page: "It turns out that I don't have to wait for others to see the world together. I can go very far on my own." Life is like a journey, encountering both touching and exciting things, wonderful scenery, and places that can't be called scenery but have wind. A person's travel diary records not only the scenery, but also rediscovering the self that I haven't seen for a long time - the self that dares to try and face the unknown.