旅人手账

Wayfarer's Journal

骑出去想明白的事，回来趁热写下来。
Every road below was ridden, every word was lived.

路是长的，日子是碎的，琴弦一响就都接上了。

没人冬天骑车进藏。加油站师傅说我疯了，然后给我倒了杯热水。

每一刻悲喜共存的路途，本身就是终点。

ROUTE CHART — 征途图

ROAD WALKMAN — 路上的随身听 STOPPED

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