There was a journey that was originally withered, wandering amid the tedious. Step forward, sling the backpack, and begin an unknown journey. Meeting you is not by chance; only by walking can one discover your beauty. On a journey, I am not lonely; it is like the roots of a tree, moving forward together with my steps. In the morning, I always long to see you, and having gotten used to your sudden disappearances, I know it hurts. You are always walking ahead—clear waters and blue skies, green mountains and waters, clouds rolling and drifting away.\PS: My first post about a journey.