七月的意大利夜风清凉，钻进睡袋，也不觉得冷。仰望星空，那璀璨的天河，是最温暖的棉被。

　　July Italy breeze cool, into the sleeping bag, do not feel cold. Looking up at the sky, the bright Milky way, is the most warm quilt.

　　人生就是一场又一场的相遇，都是缘分，没有好与坏，没有对与错。缘分来了，好好相待;缘分尽了，自会分离。

　　Life is a meeting and a meeting, are fate, no good and bad, there is no right and wrong. Fate came, treat each other as well, the fate of the best, since it will be separated.

　　背起行囊走四方，不为天宽，不为地广，只为见见风吹草低见牛羊。

　　Pack go Quartet, not day wide, not broad, only to see the wind and see the low grass and sheep.

　　健康的才是美丽的，合适的才是最好的，常新的才是迷人的，平凡的才是伟大的，坚韧的才是长久的，真实的才是永恒的。

　　Healthy is beautiful, the right is the best, often new is charming, ordinary is great, tough is long, real is eternal.

　　如果有一天我失踪了，只有两种可能：身体在旅行，或者灵魂在旅行。

　　If one day I am missing, there are only two possibilities: the body is on a trip, or the soul is traveling.

　　一个人，一条狗，一场说走就走的旅行。