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Features: Unique travel discoveries and alternative visual memories. Travel is a form of memory, or memory is a form of travel. When young, it's a good time to travel far and wide. It seems that only beyond the confines of home is what truly exists. With blood and sweat, one still feels the urge to take photos for keepsakes. Familiar public recognition confirms one's existence and adventures. Everyone preserves their travel memories differently. Writing down the entire travel experience with words is one way, while documenting people and things encountered along the way with photos is also a simple method., however, uses his expertise in images and words to present a traveler's map since 1985. Storytelling through images, one image following another, evoking emotions (or being moved by the images). We travel for just one image, touching the image that moves us. During the journey, we are amazed by the world's unseen landscapes and gradually immerse ourselves in all the scenes, contemplating the shapes of our memories. Nonlinear travel whispers, slice-of-life travel confessions—Ouyang Yingji's concise narration of unfamiliar landscapes slowly condenses the emotional energy of travel into this small book, inviting readers on a journey of the heart. Travel is, in fact, a form of memory. To say this is a bit of a downer? Whether driven by adventure or leisure, the fantasies and impulses about the destination and beyond are suddenly shelved, frozen in time, motion turning to stillness. Because the moments of travel are real, every second is tangible, not just an adventure but not necessarily enjoyment. Instead, it's only after returning home, in some future moment, that the mind rapidly scans memories, automatically cutting out the mundane and leaving only the good times and beautiful scenes. The places seen, the things eaten, the rest taken—repeatedly adding points in memory. With my poor memory, I often turn bad experiences into good ones, which is why everyone thinks I'm optimistic. That's why I dare to write travel logs of both the distant past and the recent. Taking responsibility for one's own feelings is, after all, part of the job. Moreover, most travelers are irresponsible. Even with effort, it's just passing through—not something to be overly proud of. Dust and weariness are not good for the skin. Still, travel is necessary. Only the ordinary people like me can recall after experiencing it—recollection, in fact, is also a form of travel.