The ground flight? This young man! I tried very hard to put this sentence through the entire photoshoot. In retrospect it may have also run through the first two decades of my life.

For the first time in twenty years. I stepped on the snow in Bipenggou at the beginning of November, and my brain was a little dazed by the altitude of 4.000 meters. Open your eyes and look at the pure and unreal scenery like a computer screen saver, and put your arms in a pose of embracing the air. The afterglow of the setting sun on the top of the mountain in the distance seemed like a strawberry snow top that was about to melt away. When I was a child, the marshmallows wrapped around my grandfather’s door seemed to fly to the middle of the mountain. I stand on the ground at flying height.

For the tenth time in twenty years. I stepped on the pedals of the four-wheeled car without the key inserted, stroking the familiar yet unfamiliar instrument panel, steering wheel, and shift lever, thinking about what happened during the driving test. Arrangement and examination questions. I have already drawn up a script for a road movie in my mind. This tricycle god, it’s time to update his skills! I stepped on the ground with the fantasy of flying.

For the dozens of times in twenty years. I stepped on the horses on both sides of the horseback, leaning on top of another life full of blood feeling the desire and joy of free drinking. I saw the endless stretch between the two slightly raised ears, and the rhythmic bumps told me that there was no way under my feet. I gallop on the ground with the mood of flying.

For the hundreds or thousands of times in twenty years, I stepped on the open space in front of the airplane seat flipping through the next schedule. The clouds outside the window have become mountains, and the distant light source on weekdays seems to be within reach at this time. The occasional shaking gave me a sense of peace of mind. Travelling non-stop in different cities, accompany each other with cute smiling faces. I landed on the ground, still looking forward to flying.

Flying on the ground sounds like a test of the pilot’s skills. But I want to think of it more as a fusion of the two states of “ground” and “flying.” I often need to fly to travel on the road I choose: I also often need to touch the ground to accumulate a stronger takeoff boost. Carrying a dream, many expectations, and constantly stacking experiences, flight WL1226 has even flown 175.200 hours. I can’t remember the number of flights, and the mileage is not clear. I can land a little bit in this book, organize luggage and storage, and thank you for your willingness to accept wait and listen.

Now, let me take off again. I hope my flight will not rush to the destination. I look forward to every part of the scenery outside the porthole and every moment of my companions on the undulating route. I don’t worry about encountering air currents. The turbulence when headwind makes me feel more courageous. I am always grateful for someone willing to be my ground, let me land at any time and set off again at any time. I also hope that this book can become our secret base. Dreams from all directions can land here. shake the sand, shine again, and move forward with me.

I can still perceive the “vulgar happiness” when I’m in the air, and I still don’t forget the “extreme dream” when I trek through ups and downs. This is probably what I will always pursue. Flying on the ground.

Translation credit to  @wuleiarchive