一个人的朝圣

Harold Fry, sixty years' old, recently retired after working as a sale representative for forty years in a brewery. He had no promotion, no friends, and no enemy, even no farewell party when he retired. He lived in an English village with his wife, who had estrangement with him, day after day. One morning, he received a letter from Queenie, an old friend he hadn't heard from for twenty years. She had cancer and wrote to say goodbye. He replied her in the shadow of grief, but on the way to mail off, he thought of his life, and walked farther and farther. At last, He went across from the very southwest to the very northeast of England, about 627 miles in 87 days.