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现在安逸的生活和千丝万缕的各种关系。
人类浪迹天涯的浪漫个性是不能被驯化的。
约翰逊博士在谈到曾到国外旅行的人的时候说过，出国旅行并没有提高他们的社交能力。
事实上，我们在国外确实度过了一些很美好的时光，从某种意义上讲也很能教育人，可是与我们本质的生活状态却背道而驰，这两者永远无法结合。
当我出国旅行时，我们就不再是我们自己，而是也许会变成另外一个更让人羡慕的人。
我们离开了朋友，离开了自我。
于是诗人才吟唱出如此优雅的诗句：“离开祖国，离开自我。”
如果想遗忘那些让人痛苦的思索，最好的办法是暂时离开那能触景伤情的事物以及与之相关的联系，然而只有生养我们的故乡才是我们安身立命的地方。
因此，如果我可以再活一次，我就要用今生的时间巡游世界，而在来生，我将永远守候在我的故乡！
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"Letmehaveayway，"saysSter;Wereitbuttoremarkhowtheshadowslehesu;Itisbeautifullysaid；but，inmyopinion，thisualparierfereswiththeinvoluntaryimpressionofthingsuponthemind，andhurtsthese.Ifyouonlyhintwhatyoufeelinakindofdumbshow，itisinsipid；ifyouhavetoexplainit，itismakingatoilofapleasure.Youotreadthebookofbeiuallyputtothetroubleitforthebehers.Iamforthissyhodonajourotheanalytical.Iamttolayinastockofideasthen，andtoexamiomisethemafterwards.Iwanttoseemyvaguenotionsfloatlikethedowlebeforethebreeze，andnottohavethemehebriarsandthornsoftroversy.Foronce，Iliketohaveitallmyownway；andthisisimpossibleunlessyouarealone，orinsupanyasIdo.Ihaveueapointwithawentymilesofmeasuredroad，butnotforpleasure.Ifyouremarkthestofabeanfieldgtheroad，perhapsyourfellow-travellerhasnosmell.Ifyoupointtoadista，perhapsheisshhted，andhastotakeouthisglasstolookatit.Thereisafeeliohecolorofacloud，whichhitsyourfancy，buttheeffectofwhichyouareuoatfor.Thereisthennosympathy，butanuneasygafterit，andadissatisfawhichpursuesyouontheway，andintheendprobablyproducesill-humor.NowIneverquarrelwithmyself，andtakeallmyownsfraillIfiodefeobjes.
Itisyoumaynotbeofatheobjedcesthatpresentthemselvesbeforeyou—thesemayreumberofobjedleadtoassostoodelidrefiobepossiblyuhers.YettheseIlovetocherish，aillfondlyclutchthem，efrtodoso.Togivewaytbeforeparavaganceoraffe；aherhand，tohavetouhismysteryateveryturn，aakeaerestiheendisnotanswered），isatasktowhichfeete"giveitaanding，but;MyoldfriendCe，however，coulddoboth.Hecouldgoodelightfulexplanatorywayoverhillanddaleasummer'sdayaalaoadidaoraPi;Hetalkedfarabovesinging."IfIyideasinsoundingandflhtperhapswishtohavesomeooadmiretheswellingtheme；orIoret，wereitpossibleformestilltohearhisegvoithewoodsofAll-Fox-den.Theyhad"thatfihemwhichourfirstpoetshad"；andiftheycouldhavebeencaughtbysomerarei，wouldhavebreathedsusasthefollowing：
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AswhensmoothZephyrusplayso
&hecurledstreams，withflowers'asmany
Astheyives，andaschoiy；
Herebealls，andwells，
Arboursrooodbine，ddells；
Choosewherethouwilt，whilstIsitbyandsing，
atherrushestomakemanyaring，
Ffialesoflove，
Hohoebe，huntinginagrove，
FirstsawtheboyEndymion，fromwhoseeyes
&erneverdies；
Howshesoftlyinasleep
Histemplesboundwithpoppy，tothesteep
HeadofoldLatmos，whereshestoopseaight，
Gildiaiher'slight，
Tokisshersweetest."
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