我喜欢忘记目的地的旅行。像风一样,从来不会仔细考虑自己将到达哪里,不准备任何行李,随遇而安,随落脚而启程。即使在雨中摇摆过,只等天晴,将自己晾晒在太阳的窗口,让水迹也去流浪。像蒲公英一样,悄悄地起飞,也许在黎明,也许在漆黑的夜里,无论它曾经也仰头多么执着地爱过太阳,路途的有无与太阳无关,路途的遥远与风的自由有关。像水一样,睁开眼睛就开始流淌,沿着自己的两岸,沿着岸边的芦苇和青草,沿着 I like to forget the travel destination. Like the wind, never carefully consider where they will arrive, do not prepare any luggage, with the event, with the departure and departure. Even swinging in the rain, just fine, will be drying themselves in the sun’s window, let the water also to stray. Like a dandelion, quietly take off, perhaps at dawn, perhaps in the dark of night, no matter how much it has been upstaged love the sun, the road has nothing to do with the sun, the road is far away and freedom of the wind. Like water, open your eyes began to flow, along their own banks, along the banks of reeds and grass, along