In childhood, I rotated the globe out and drew contour lines in the blank space of the textbook
At that time, I always wanted to occupy every ridge with skewed handwriting
Until one day I discovered
We chase endless KPIs and trends in the grid room
The calendar is torn to the 2000th page, but the transparent glass curtain wall cannot be torn
When the monsoon blows away the green ivy on the workstation for the eighth time
We have decided not to wait for spring anymore
I must leave, I must travel, my heart must go into freedom
Wilderness players were born here
We don't want to become traditional travel agencies that treat journeys as tasks
We want to establish a long-term connection with you
Wanting to be your friend may just be a chance encounter
When you accidentally recall us
I will think of the wind in the wilderness and the conversation under the starry sky
I will think of the mutual smile at the top of the snow capped mountains
Escape and withdraw from the noisy city
Ren, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, was swept away by a mountain stream
Let the pine needles rustle and shake off the urban static in your hair
When Wu Lan didn't cross her eyebrows
You will understand that what truly matters is not arrival
But to make every inch of skin a breathing soil
Let every heartbeat resonate with the earth's pulse into an epic of eternal polyphony