Travel With Smile

Where ever I go I find my diary,

Resting beside me inciting me,

Inquiring me about the weather,

And the strength and posture

Providing me,

Yes I note all my roads

Where ever I go,

For they are worth learning,

All odds and false deeds

Murmur right,

All the old books keep burning,

Last night a page turned

Open before me,

That was not supposed to be opened,

Cause was that I loved

Writing that page,

Again my eyes and my lips

Were broadened,

I give a proffer to keep

Your travel diary,

It's better than crying in a

Confined boundary.