There is a scene of great enjoyment floating upon my mind for years. A pack bag and a guitar are the all wealth for a young boy to go around the unknown world from every dewing dawn to the fading lights of sunset. The young boy goes everywhere and sings every colorful place with his loyal love of life from the deepest parts of heart.

    I also wonder what in the deepest part of the boy’s heart are. May be he just experienced his first love-lorn, even once when he loved his girl with his childhood’s faith. Perhaps, his lost his dear grandmother who gave him so much love, but she could not come back forever, even without a bye-bye. Possibly, there is something mysterious away from the vast distance to attract him to begin his journey of discovery. Then, and then, he leaves for his remote and unknown places to pursue his dreams.

    For me, always a girl who carries her pack bag comes to my dream, asking me to accompany with her to find our dreamlands. I am touched by her, because I know that is a youth-dream of a pilgrim soul. Once, when I was a little girl, I dreamt that one day I would have an independent wandering all over the world. I long for the Bolzano’s autumn and the Province’s summer days, desiring to look at the pure sky and splendid Potala Palace in Lhasa, yearning to go to the Peninsula Crescent to see the Great Mosque and the masked foreign girls, wanting to experience the very day most nights and the three-thousands inches cold water in the Arctic and   Antarctic poles. Moreover, I wish I could go to the Span to learn the Flamingos and celebrate the Tomato Festival, heading for the Africa to play the Damaru Drums over eating bananas. Joyce said that drifting everywhere is his only aesthetics. Whether keeping a state of ransoming only, can we feel the essence of life from the diversity of this wonderful world?

   There was a night several weeks ago. My friends and I had hotpot in a restaurant, sitting the outside of the restaurant in the street. We talked a lot of interesting things, as well as the band called ShuiMu Times. When they were in their school years in QingsHua university, majoring the department of architecture, they chose to dismiss from school because of love for music. It turned out that they were really the winners who achieved their dreams. But that’s not my points here. What impressed me is their passionate spirits of pursuit of their music. It is not must that a student who graduates from QingsHua would have a bright future, but it must be much easier to have a happy life in our society than those unwell educated. However, for them, they gave up this chance that may draw them into the social up-class. So why does it like this? in my part, there is a kind of hard love for life, for music, for dreams in their hearts. In a commercialized society, their living style seems to be so idealized that people think it unpractical. But I have my apprehension if one day all of us give up our inner dreams because of practical life, what would be left in our heart? It’s a little far away. Let’s go back to my memory of hotpot. During the time, when we had our eating, two girls came to the restaurant with their guitar to give songs for the customers. Yes, indeed, they did this for money. Surprisingly, it reminded me of some guys playing guitars at the entrance of the subway station. People pass by them may give a glance at them, and then go away in a hurry. Others may stop their speeding-steps to have a listening with light smiles. Even someone treats these young guys as beggars, throwing two coins to them. But our young girls and boys put their hearts into playing guitars, lost them into music and being ignorant of outside events around them. Time is ticking through their fingers dancing on the guitars.

   Looking at those young guys in my mind, the dream of world-wandering comes to me again. Maybe, every one of us, when we are young, we get a dream like this, drifting and rootless everywhere. We thought the real life is there, but not here. Actually, when the years going on, we begin to find here is the real place where we once dreamt in our dreams thousands times. And, the most beautiful thing is to set our hearts free to travel a vast distance.