天天都是一个同样的起头,在早上同样的时刻睁开眼睛,吃下同样一
也许有一天我会到街上去示威,抗议糊口太艰难、太疲累、太无奈,
糊口就是继续。
同样的旅行每一天是为了拥有一个分歧的旅行生平中,我们的心在遥
The same travel everyday
Everyday is an old beginning, open eyes at the same time in the morning and take the same breakfast of a bottle of milk and three pieces of biscuits as always, use the same iron cage to get to the same castle in the air to deal with the same boring rubbish. When night comes, the same light and the same books are all, go to bed together with the last light of the world.
Maybe one day I’d go to the streets and demonstrate, protesting against the hardship, the weariness and the futility of life, that’s the reason why we travel everywhere and make friends with Ctrip. But knowing that it must be too noisy and too crowded in the streets as well, I’d have to go home quietly and continue the same travel everyday.
Life is continuance.
Having the same travel everyday is to have a different travel all the life; our hearts are in the far California.
© Ferry Wong