If you were asked to leave where you live now and start over in a distant place, where would you not

I won't choose a city where the pace of life is too fast. I am a member of the urban migrant workers, and as my youth is not only gone, but the laws of life are constantly changing, I always want to find a place to change myself. But for a person in his 50s who is about to retire, it is difficult to put down his career to be a poor person, only to find a quiet and environmentally friendly place to go, change another career to lay a good foundation, go to the place he wants to go, start a new life experience, easy retirement and home!

The poetry is very strong, and the distance is far away! Human beings like us, who have no lofty ambitions when they are young, are old and young, have bought a house in the city, and now work hard every day to support their families, and worry about their children's studies, I don't know how many people are in the same situation as me. If I want to give up everything now and go to a distant place to work again, it is something I can't even think of.

The last time I went on a trip, we stayed in a hotel, and talked to the owner about his experience, it turned out that he was not a local, sold his original house, came to this new place, opened a hotel, accompanied his family, and would take his family out to travel in his spare time, and his life was also very happy. At that time, I was really envious, and I felt that he did everything he wanted, and he had time and money, which was much better than those of us who got dead wages and looked forward to holidays every year.

I really didn't think about it that way. People who have such ideas at least have romanticism, dare to explore, have the courage to create, and have the ability to adapt to the new environment. I can't, I'm more dependent, and this dependence includes dependence on family, affection, environment, and old bed.

I bought a new building, and it's been renovated for a long time, but I don't want to live there, I'd rather live in a bungalow at school, where I can grow some flowers and plants, grow some vegetables, I like it here, I depend on everything here, so I won't have the situation that the title says.

**It's good, the world is big, where can't I go? The distance is always full of mystery, and the poet Haizi's poetry collection written in August 1988 is called Far Away, which is a poem about the distant journey of youth, and also a poem about seeking dreams. In Haizi's pen, which takes dreams as horses, the distance is both happy and painful, a desirable spiritual hometown, and an ethereal wasteland.

As we imagined, joy and fear.

In China, it's okay to go anywhere, and I won't go abroad anyway. Living in this land, there is a piece of blood flowing from the descendants of Yan and Huang, and it must be uncomfortable to stay in other lands.

First of all, I don't want to leave the place where I live now, this land is full of my memories, how can I be willing to leave? What if you have to go, don't go? I don't think I'll go to a city by the sea, living in an inland city, and I yearn for the sea.

If I can choose the place to go, I want to go to the mountains, feel the grass and trees of nature, and the places I don't want to go to are naturally those places where the red dust is rolling and the paper is drunk.

To be honest, I often go to distant places to start over, but every time I go to big cities, not necessarily first-tier cities, but second-tier cities are guaranteed, and I will never go to those small cities, and there is no future for development.