季风吹过印度尼西亚

The Monsoon Blows through Indonesia

三毛喜欢在旅途中用心灵捕捉那瞬息万变的感觉,细微却触动读者共鸣的神经,像微风吹过胡须,真实而难以捕捉。我把行李打点到最简单,希望成为流浪的三毛。初次踏上印度尼西亚的土壤,我内心的第一触感,不是脚步初探的声音,也不是欢声笑语的酒吧和豪华舒适的酒店,更不是遥远蔚蓝的海洋和金色迷人的沙滩,而是无意识想起多年前读过的一本书——《想象的共同体》,在想象的共同体心理下生发的民族情怀,以及印尼所展现出来的异域风采。

The writer Sanmao liked to capture the changing feelings on the journey.Her description of these subtle emotional changes often strike an emotional chord with readers,like a breeze blowing through a beard,real but difficult to capture.I packed only the essentials,hoping to become a wanderer,like Sanmao.When I first set foot on the soil of Indonesia,what tickled my heart was not the excitement of first footsteps,not laughing bars and luxury hotels,not distant blue oceans and golden beaches,but a book that I read years ago-Imagined Communities.Perhaps affected by this book,the nationalist sentiments grew out of my imagined communal mentality,and I got the chance to witness the exotic look of Indonesia.