旅行,有人是为了一个美丽的传说,有人是为了一段沉重的历史,有人是为了一次完美的邂逅。而我,更愿意为了一本书、一篇文章,抑或一段文字去旅行。带上那些深深触动灵魂的文字,一起去那个它所描绘的人间天堂。盛夏,假期,怀中拥一本舒婷的《真水无香》。我循着她的足迹,独自走在鼓浪屿的小巷中。小巷两侧是一人多高的院墙,墙内外各种各样的树木正郁郁葱葱,它们享受着夏日明媚的阳光和充沛的雨露,还有微风轻柔的抚摸。我翻开手中的书,寻着它们的姓名。哦,这是“笑 Travel, someone is for a beautiful legend, some people for a heavy history, somebody is for a perfect encounter. And I, more willing to travel for a book, an article, or a passage. Take those words that touched the soul deeply and go to the paradise it depicts. Summer, holidays, arms of a Shu Ting’s ”true water without incense.“ I follow her footsteps, walking alone in Gully Island alley. Alley on both sides is a tall courtyard, a variety of trees inside and outside the walls are lush, they enjoy the summer sun and plenty of rain, there are gentle gentle touch. I opened my book, searching for their names. Oh, this is ”laugh